Calming the Waves

                                      Listen not to the rain beating against the trees.
                                      Why don’t you slowly walk and chant at ease?
                                      Better than a saddle I like sandals and cane.    
                                       I'd fain,
                                      In a straw cloak, spend my life in mist and rain.

                                      Drunken, I am sobered by the vernal wind shrill，And rather chill.
                                      In front, I see the slanting sun atop the hill;
                                     Turning my head, I see the dreary beaten track.
                                      Let me go back! Impervious to rain or shine, I'll have my own will.