Classic Poem

Off to hunt ducks,
dawn on the river;
back from hunting ducks,
evening on the pond.
Water chestnuts,
leaves withering in autumn,
mist and rain cleared up;
the flock of ducks
still not landed,
the decoy-cranes cry out!
The foliage gives low cover
to bamboo bows all drawn;
the water cold, fields deserted,
all the ducks so gaunt.
Boats, don't come and scare the ducks!
They eat the bait, forget suspicion,
fighting for the food!
Beaks snapping,
feathers shining —
the hidden bows all shoot at once,
the ducks have no idea.