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Late wind lean rain autumn numerous and confused Four seas eight wastes together one cloud Go horse come ox not again distinguish Muddy Jing clear Wei how now distinguish Grain head grow ear millet ear black Farmer old farmer without news City in ten litres rice exchange quilt silk Agree better consider both mutual worth |
The last of autumn's winds blows in slanting, swirling rain, The four seas and eight deserts join together in one cloud. A horse going, an ox coming, cannot be distinguished, How now can the muddy Jing and clear Wei be told apart? The standing grain begins to sprout, the millet's ears turn black, All the farming families now are left without hope. In the city, a bucket of rice can be exchanged for a silken quilt, And both the buyer and seller have to agree the bargain is fair. |