English Rendering
Layered clouds loom dull and deep,
Silent rains in threads hang steep.
Floods drown ancient pathways bare,
Days of deluge swamp the lair.
When will crops be ripe to glean?
Few chimneys smoke in hamlets lean.
Torrents burst through gardens wide,
Rotting leaves on boughs abide.
Damp new firewood fuels dusk's fare,
Dawn's fishers shift their old haunt's lair.
Last year's chrysanthemums remain -
Lonely blooms by eastern fence plain.
