A painter's scenic beaut
Nor ewes nor rams can be found
The sound of the shepherd's flute
Green pastures and purple clouds blend
In a song for everyone to hear
Roasted meat's scent
Stories of fear from fear
Red clouds bid farewell
Slowly, purple fades to black
Shepherd, bewitched by Sleep's spell
Gets lost in the dreams' tracks
Like the shepherd, the flute slumbers
With the flute, the song fades away
To the silence crack the embers
Sleeping, the shepherd goes astray