The limpid river surprised the cat,
He buried his head in stiff bamboo shoots.
The sun was streaming in bright rises from west,
And the river swelled on him so.
But the wind blew and the breeze fell,
The current swept him off the ledge of cliffs.
He died under the leaves beside his tomb.
He died in the dark, under the mist that shivered,
     A lonely, lonely death.