The autumn wind

Autumn wind rises; white clouds fly.

Grass and trees wither; geese go south.

Orchids all in bloom; chrysanthemums smell sweet.

I think of my lovely lady; I never can forget.

Floating pagoda-boat crosses Fēn river;

Across the mid-stream white waves rise;

Flute and drum keep time to sound of the rower's song;

Amidst revel and feasting, sad thoughts come;

Youth's years how few! Age how sure!