Solace in Spring's Embrace

In early spring, on the fifth day, inspired,

I sing to find solace in my own accord.

Before my steps, the water flows, a jade-like murmur,

Love my humble abode, content in seclusion.

Above my house, the verdant mountains stand,

The mountain birds joyfully call to one another.

In my youth, I chased empty dreams of fame,

Now old, what desires remain?

Idle moments fill, tasks incomplete,

By the moon's edge, I fish, by the rain's edge, I hoe.

Beneath the flowers, the wind arrives,

Disrupting my reading of tattered books.

Who calls upon the Nine Plains, stirring the philosopher to rise,

Leaning on a painting, weary of wandering.