English Rendering
On the 7th day of the 3rd month we were caught in rain on our way to the Sandy Lake.The umbrellas had gone ahead,my companions were quite downhearted,but I took no notice.It soon cleared,and I wrote this.
Listen not to the rain beating against the trees.
Why don't you slowly walk and chant at ease?
Better than a saddle I like sandals and cane.
I'd fain,
In a straw cloak,spend my life in mist and rain.
Drunken,I am sobered by the vernal wind shrill
And rather chill.
In front,I see the slanting sun atop the hill;
Turning my head,I see the dreary beaten track.
Let me go back！
Impervious to rain or shine,I'll have my own will.
