English Rendering
The chatter of orioles
breaks up my dream
I put on a little makeup
to change my tear-stained face
a young moon
shines through the bamboo shade
the smooth river
fumes with late night mist
swallows are bringing mud in their beaks
to pack their nests
bees are gathering pollen
from open flowers
I alone feel yearning
without any limit
reciting my own poems
staring up through the pines.
