Classic Poem

Listen not to the rain piercing the woods, pelting the leaves!
I might as well stroll leisurely along
Making verses impromptu and whistling at ease.
More relaxing than a saddle are straw sandals and bamboo staff.
Why be afraid
To spend my whole life with abandon,
In straw raincape, in mist and rain?

A keen spring wind sobers me up from wine, leaves me with
A bit of chill,
Now I see the slanting sun beckoning to me
From the top of the hill.
I turn my eyes to the scene of the late storm, and
Go back!
I say, to where you will be troubled
By neither rain nor shine.