Partridges in the Sky One More Fresh 6ay
Through forest breaks appear hills and bamboo-screened wall,
Cicadas shrill o'er withered grass near a pool small.
White birds are seen now and then looping in the air;
Pink lotus blooms on lake-side exude fragrance spare.
Beyond the cots,
Near the old town,
Cane in hand, I stroll round while the sun’s slanting down.
Thanks to the welcome rain which fell when night was deep,
Now in my floating life one more fresh day I reap.