On the left hand there is a temple

On the left hand there is a temple:

And a palace on the right-hand side.

Foot-passengers in scarlet

Pass over the glittering tide.

Under the bridge

The old river flows

Low and monotonous

Day after day.

I have heard and have seen

All the news that has been:

Autumn's gold and Spring's green!

Now in my palace

I see foot-passengers

Crossing the river,

Pilgrims of autumn

In the afternoons.

Lotus pools;

Petals in the water:

Such are my dreams.

For me silks are outspread.

I take my ease, unthinking.