The shining dishes are washed in the temporary kitchen among the
bamboos; And the brightly saddled horses are tethered by the flower
plots. It is not that I meant to ignore the urgen summons of your mes-
sengers, But because I know the great Governor General is tolerant of
ceremonial breaches. Now you have come to my humble dwelling in this
remote village, In midsummer when the river is deep and the thatched
building cool. We will sport with a fishing boat until the sun is gone.
What more can an old farmer offer to deserve such friendship?