The sundial has reached its limit
the waterclock begins dripping longer tonight
my official instructions haven't arrived
I'm more concerned about the change in the weather
through I'm invariably free at the office
farmers this month are busy
living in comfort I think of them toiling
and wonder how they deal with the heat
creatures all rest at midday
I alone love to visit this lake
the gate is closed it's shady and quiet
the walls are high and the trees are dense
the new bamboo looks powdery-green
and lotuses are starting to send forth perfume
but how shall I soothe a troubled heart
perhaps with a jug of good wine