Watery Lane
Zheng Chouyu

Too high are the surrounding hills, making the clear sky
Look like a window painted blue…
We draw a curtain of clouds
To make shade and a fringe of rain

I used to love the chimes of bells
But now for your sake I worry about rain or shine in the little yard
Forget it
Who cares if our union in this life is rooted in eons of wisdom
Now that you and I have been destined to meet
Like two little fish in this watery lane