How come you've ended up
here in this distant spot
where autumn winds
already nip us
rain has rotted
chrysanthemums in the courtyard
and frost has felled
half the pools's lotus plants
exile of this kind
is nothing that upsets you
you who contemplate
all of the world's nothingness
fortunate that we've met
and can pass the night talking
as if the full moon
was shining just for us.