Silver drops bestow a calm upon me;
Autumn has come, and each thing goes slowly.

Let those raindrops succumb to the World's lips,
So the World's noise will shut up finally!

Don't blame the jewel for unpolished shapes,
Blame her wicked and rich lapidary.

A face that shines bright but who is no star,
Has too darkness, who's illusionary.

Autumn arrived and flocks of cranes leave us,
While Ruyâ'î rests in his reverie.