In a mysterious connection you have been constantly warning and reminding me:
When dealing with other people—
Listen not to the rain beating against the trees.
I had better walk slowly while chanting at ease.
Better than a saddle I like sandals and cane.
In a straw cloak, spend my life in mist and rain.
When doing my job—
Drunken, I am sobered by the vernal wind shrill
And rather chill.
In front, I see the slanting sun atop the hill;
Turning my head, I see the dreary beaten track.
Let me go back!
Impervious to rain or shine, I'll have my own will.
My little sister, I miss you.