Cold and blue now are the mountains
From autumn-rain that beat all day.
By my thatch-door, leaning on my staff,
I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
Sunset lingers at the ferry,
Cooking-smoke floats up from the houses.
Oh, when shall I pledge Chieh-yu again,
And sing a wild poem at Five Willows!
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