Lovely the landscape in the setting sun
You and I writing poems together
Calmly gazing into the far emptiness
Chins resting on our as-you-like-its
Spring wind shifting all the grasses
Scented orchids growing in my hedge
Dim dim the sun warms my room
A farmer comes along to have a talk
Joy joy spring has returned to the marshes
Calm calm the water has formed pools
Though the peaches and plums are not yet in flower
There are buds all over the branches
Please get your stick, ready to go back—
May I tell you that the busy season is upon us.