English Rendering
Through forest breaks appear hills and bamboo-screened wall,
Cicadas shrill o'er withered grass near a pool small.
White birds are seen now and then looping in the air;
Pink lotus blooms on lake-side exude fragrance spare.
Beyond the cots,
Near the old town,
Cane in hand,I stroll round while the sun's slanting down.
Thanks to the welcome rain which fell when night was deep,
Now in my floating life one more fresh day I reap.
