Autumn
wind rises: white clouds fly. Grass and trees wither: geese go south. Orchids all in bloom: chrysanthemums smell
sweet. I think of my lovely lady: I never can forget. Floating-pagoda boat crosses Fēn River. Across the
mid-stream white waves rise; Flute and drum keep time to sound of the rowers' song; Amidst revel and feasting, sad
thoughts come; Youth's years how few! Age how sure!