English Rendering
Crickets chirp on the stair-steps
they sound confused to me
in the misty courtyard, along the branches,
clear dewdrops hang
a moonlit night—I hear faint music
coming from my neighbor's
if I went upstairs I could see the mountains
distinct even in the distance
a cool breeze comes to stroke me
as I sit on my bamboo mat
and I wish I had a magic lute
to help me get through this life
I feel like that philosopher
who wrote such lazy letters
wanting some way to express
the moods and thoughts of autumn.
