And here's the smooth (but prose) translation:In leaf-falling season,
Bears catch sick
And old and young animals.In leaf-falling season,
The dirt grows plants
Which are our food.In leaf-falling season,
The merciless hunt
of the eagle's beak and claw.In all the worlds
boys and girls play;
They make us think of
The winter home.Now we dance,
So that the sun gives life;
The flowers grow and hide
Our graves.