bà yuán fēng yǔ dìng,
wǎn jiàn yàn xíng pín。
luò yè tā xiāng shù,
hán dēng dú yè rén。
kòngyuán bái lù dī,
gū bì yě sēng lín。
jì wò jiāo fēi jiǔ,
hé nián zhì cǐ shēn。
After the shower at Bashang,
I see an evening line of wildgeese,
The limp-hanging leaves of a foreign tree,
A lantern's cold gleam, lonely in the night,
An empty garden, white with dew,
The ruined wall of a neighbouring monastery.
...I have taken my ease here long enough.
What am I waiting for, I wonder.