English Rendering
Sight-seers hear from below a sudden thunder roars;
A skyful of storm-clouds cannot be dissipated.
The dark wind from on high raises a sea agitated;
Thcflying rain fom the east crosses river shores.
Like wine o'erflowing golden cup full to the brim
And thousands of sticks beating the drum of sheepskin.
Heaven pours water on the poet's face and chin
That he might write with dragon's scales and pearls a hymn.
