The man of the mountains wants to go home
Clouds dark dark rain driving down
Waters surging green rushes swaying
White egrets suddenly wheeling about
My friend you must not hitch up your clothes
Mountains many layered all one cloud
Heaven and earth confused indistinguishable
Trees dim and dark air heavy
Monkeys not seen only heard
Suddenly west of the mountains evening light
We see among the eastern fields a distant village
Flat plain green a hundred miles clear
I am sad thinking of you