English Rendering
The wild geese and fish, those messengers,
have carried mail in vain
the rooster and the broom corn
are sad that we didn't meet
I close the door and sigh
caught in a cage of moonlight
I lift the curtain and find its silk
already coming to pieces
close by, spring water whistles
crowding its stone channel
farther away, muddy waves
lap at the river's banks
homesickness strikes travelers
out on the road in autumn
me, I recite an old poem—
five characters to the line.
