Walking to the Temple of Precious Light

Cloth socks, straw sandals, robe of coarse cloth,
wine jug, book of poems—and a boy trailing behind!
White-haired, I laugh at myself: I once served at court!
Walking along, who pities me, this old Han-lin official!
I'm happy to hear that my five acres of rice
have all ripened now;
but it's too bad the chrysanthemums are late for the Double Ninth.
Pine tree forests, valley of bamboo—a place to enjoy myself:
and from time to time, a mountain monk will ask me for a little
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Wen Cheng-ming
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