New cold rain,
Falls upon vacant mountains;
Autumn fades.

The bright moon
Shining through the pines curtain;
Shines on stones
In the stream,
As the washing maids return;
Bamboos shake.

Flowers dry,
As far off incense burning;
Silver tray,
Bronze burner,
Reminds us of spring fading;
Boats descend.

Meander,
Tarry as you choose to do,
Solitude.