yōu yì wú duàn jué,
cǐ qù suí suǒ '
ǒu。
wǎn fēng chuī xíng zhōu,
huā lù rù xī kǒu。
jì yè zhuǎn xī hè,
gé shān wàng nán dǒu。
tán yān fēi róng róng,
lín yuè dī xiàng hòu。
shēng shì qiě mí màn,
yuàn wéi chí gān sǒu。
Thoughtful elation has no end:
Onward I bear it to whatever come.
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze
Passing flowers, entering the lake,
Turn at nightfall toward the western valley,
Where I watch the south star over the mountain
And a mist that rises, hovering soft,
And the low moon slanting through the trees;
And I choose to put away from me every worldly matter
And only to be an old man with a fishing-pole.