I rise late and when I get up
check on chores to do
today there aren't any
so I luxuriate
admiring the bamboo's green
against the green of the plain
even the reflection of my cottage
wavering in the river
I'm letting my children get lazy
without a lot of schooling
I'm letting my wife worry
about our perpetual poverty
seems like my life
is a kind of drunken dream
and it must be a month
since I've even combed my hair!