定风波·三月七日英译

　　Calming the Waves

　　Su Shi

　　Listen not to the rain beating against the trees.

　　Why don't you slowly walk and chant at ease?

　　Better than a saddle I like sandals and cane.

　　I'd fain,

　　In a straw cloak, spend my life in mist and rain.

　　Drunken, I am sobered by the vernal wind shrill

　　And rather chill.

　　In front, I see the slanting sun atop the hill;

　　Turning my head, I see the dreary beaten track.

　　Let me go back!

　　Impervious to rain or shine, I'll have my own will.