Poem Paraphrase: This World's Joy

I'm a little behind; I still need to do Spring-Tide and Blow, Northern Wind. But today's looked fairly straightforward, so I went ahead and did it.

5. This World's Joy
Anonymous. c. 1300
(read the original here)

Winter wakens all my care,
Now these leaves wax bare;
Often I sigh and mourn sorely
When it comes to my mind
Of this world's joy, how it amounts to nothing.

Now it's here, and now it's not,
as though it had never been, I wist;
Many man say it, and so it is:
Everything ends except God's will:
We shall all die, though none of us us like it.

All that was around me grew green,
But now it all fades
Jesus, help us remember that fact
And shield us from hell!
ForI know not where I shall end up, nor how long I shall dwell here.