Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Presented to Subprefect Zhang lyrics

At dusk of life 　I only care for stillness Concerns of the world　 leave my heart alone In myself I find　 no long-term stratagems I only know　 to return to the groves of home There wind through pinetrees　 blows my sash untied And the moon on the hills　 shines on my harp in hand You ask what lies 　behind success and failure The truth is the song 　of the fisher goes deep on land