The Pleasures of a Simple Life with Nature

On these pleasant hills residing, Far from worldly din and strife, Leisurely with nature living, Here I pass a happy life. Gently wave the bamboo copses, Fanned by evening breezes light; While the flowers and moon-beams mingle In the ghostly hours of night. Through ravines the waters gurgle, Stemmed by scattered rock and stone; Round the bends the footpath wanders— By the mosses overgrown. Here with friends and habits simple, And a cup of generous wine, Fingering lute and old songs singing— For no other heaven I pine.