English Rendering
Fame renounced, I dwell at ease—
Why must one chase Canglang’s seas?
Herbs I plant in deep shade thrive,
Closed gates make noise forget to strive.
Woods’ slumber teems with dawn’s faint dreams,
Crows scatter, startled by sunbeams.
A flake of snow with dark clouds sails,
Whirlwinds steal fruit-scent from the vales.
Our next meet waits where blue skies end—
Yet wistful, I scent orchids bend.