Listen not to the rain beating against the trees.

Why don’t you slowly walk and chant at ease?

Sandals outdo saddles, cane as your aid, 
Who’s afraid?

A cape against mist and rain, come what may.

 

A spring wind blows me sober, blows away.
A chill day.

The sun uphill slants to me with a ray,
I turn around and feel a gentle sough,
Go back now.
No wind, no rain, nor shining light to stay