This is but how the world goes all the time / Alone I laugh, and none do understand!
The dragon that can be penned in is no true dragon.
Though wind blows through the bamboo sparse / When it has passed the wood does not the sound retain.
The honking osprey rests upon / The islands of the River great / The lady of good bearing is / The man of virtue’s perfect mate.
開落摠愁人 未識種花 In bloom and fade I worry all the same; My heart does but the garden’s joys evade.