Taking th e short cut through th e fi eld , he comes
I know the footsteps of the sparrow walking on the straw mat
With th e sparrows ch a ttering abou t tomorrow's weather, I'm
sweepmg
The storm has made a compl etely blue sky o f it
In
the window, th e morning wind's pOlled flowers
Lonel y as I am, fever gone
A firel ess brazier's visible, it's the bed
Being blown in th e wind, say ing devotions
It's a tiny hou se, moth er and child live in it
I'm lonely, I go to bed, I have no books
Blowing the evening sun aga in st the bamboo grove
Moonlit ni ght, th ere's a wind, alone coughing
Rice-gruel beginning to cook, th e noise, th e pot 's lid
Seeing one or two firefli es, I visit a house
Swiftness fli es, a bird , I go a mountain path
