Секстет No. 2 "Я поставил свой дом"

I made my home amidst the human bustle. Yet I hear no clamor from the carts and horses. My friend, you ask me how this can be so. A distant heart will tend towards like blazing. From the eastern hedge, I pluck chrysanthemum flowers and idly look towards the southern hills. The mountain air is beautiful day and night. The birds fly back to roost with one another. I know this must have some deeper meaning. I try to explain but cannot find the words. I made my home amidst the human bustle. Yet I hear no clamor from the carts and horses. My friend, you ask me how this can be so. A distant heart will tend towards like places. From the eastern hedge, I pluck chrysanthemum flowers. And idly look towards the southern hills. The mountain air is beautiful, day and night. The birds fly back to roost with one another. I know this must have some deeper meaning. I try to explain, but cannot find the words.