English Rendering
I've moved and now I live up here
where gods could make their homes
the shrubs and thickets mix and bloom—
nobody had to plant them
the little tree in the courtyard
is where I hang my laundry
all the wine I can drink from
this mountain spring I sit by
my windows and my hallways
go deep through the bamboo trail
I use my silky clothes
to wrap up heaps of scattered books
rowing out idly in my decorated boat
chanting poems to the radiant moon
and the light breeze blows and blows—
I can trust it to bring me back.
