Green Mountains Cloaked in Leaves, Clouds Drifting at Ease

Do not mind the sound of rain beating through the trees. Why not chant and stroll at ease? A bamboo staff and straw sandals are lighter than a horse. Who's afraid? Let me live my life through wind and rain, clad in a straw cape.

A brisk spring breeze wakes me from my drunkenness. I feel a little cold, yet the slanting sun on the hill greets me. I look back at the bleak place I passed, then go home. There is neither wind nor rain, nor sunshine.