Building a Cottage

I built my cottage in a bend of the creek,
In a place remote and desolate, my heart wandering.
Mountain light fills the space where I sit,
And the creek sings outside my window.
I sing high the song of purple fungus,
Gently caressing the crimson strings.
No carriages or horses come to my gate—
This joy could last me all my years.

結廬

結廬在澗曲。地僻心茫然。山光滿席上。澗水鳴窓前。高謌紫芝曲。靜撫朱絲絃。門無車馬至。此樂可終年。