I planned to get drunk to ease my sadness,
but my sadness just increased when I got drunk!
I've been returned to my home province, but I still seem
to be a traveler;
the older I get, the more I feel like a monk.
Impressions for poems? — flute music carried from the tower
by the wind.
Sounds of chessmen? — from the lamplit boat in the snow.
Don't think this life is unbearable:
the hermit-farmer can take it all.