Tune: "Partridge Sky"
Where the forest breaks,
Hills emerge into view;
Where the walled courtyard is hidden in bamboo,
Obstreperous cicadas riot over a small pond o'ergrown with withered grass.
Frequent is the appearance of white birds looping in the air,
Delicate the fragrance of pink lotus blooms mirrored in water.
Beyond the village houses,
Beside the ancient town,
Cane in hand, a leisurely stroll I take
In the wake of the slanting sun.
Thanks to last midnight's bounteous rain,
My floating life now enjoys one more day of delicious cool.
Hills emerge into view;
Where the walled courtyard is hidden in bamboo,
Obstreperous cicadas riot over a small pond o'ergrown with withered grass.
Frequent is the appearance of white birds looping in the air,
Delicate the fragrance of pink lotus blooms mirrored in water.
Beyond the village houses,
Beside the ancient town,
Cane in hand, a leisurely stroll I take
In the wake of the slanting sun.
Thanks to last midnight's bounteous rain,
My floating life now enjoys one more day of delicious cool.
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