IN REPLY TO VICE-MAGISTRATE CHANG

In these twilight years, I love tranquillity

alone. Mind free of all ten thousand affairs,

self-regard free of all those grand schemes,

I return to my old forest, knowing empty.

Soon mountain moonlight plays my ch’in,

and pine winds loosen my robe. Explain this

inner pattern behind failure and success?

Fishing song carries into shoreline depths.