In late autumn, fallen leaves dye the rosy clouds’ robes;
Misty waves roll on, meeting the light of the sky.
A punt pole breaks the clouds and mountains’ reflections;
Three guests drift in a boat through a water-moonland.
Ask not where this body is moored—
Come wander freely with gulls and herons.
The mortal world, too, holds realms of immortal bliss;
Why seek far-off Yingzhou in the hazy distance?