Calming the WavesSu Shi
Listen not to the rain beating against the trees.Why don't you slowly walk and chant at ease?Better than a saddle I like sandals and cane.I'd fain,In a straw cloak, spend my life in mist and rain.
Drunken, I am sobered by the vernal wind shrillAnd rather chill.In front, I see the slanting sun atop the hill;Turning my head, I see the dreary beaten track.Let me go back!Impervious to rain or shine, I'll have my own will.