English Rendering
I take for rain the breeze which rustles through the reed,
Opening the hatch,I find a lake full of moonbeams.
Boatmen and waterbirds share alike the same dreams;
Like scurrying foxes,startled fish away speed.
Man and nature forget each other when night is deep,
Playing alone with my shadow amuses me.
The setting moon like spider hangs from willow tree;
Dark tides creeping over the flats for earthworms weep.
Our life laden with care and spent in worry fleets,
A pure vision before the eyes cannot last long.
Flocks of birds scatter at ringing bells and cock's song,
You'll hear from the prow but boatmen's shout and drumbeats.
