EVENING CALM
Florence Wheelock Ayscough translation
The sun has set. The sand sparkles. The sky is bright with afterglow. The small waves flicker, And the swirling water rustles the stones. In the white path of the moon, A small boat drifts, Seeking for the entrance To the stream of many turnings. Probably there is snow On the shady slopes of the hills.
Kao Shih-chi, 19th Century