Waiting For Ding Poem by Meng Haoran

Sunset sun limit west range
Group valley swiftly then dark
Pine moon begin night cool
Wind spring fill clear hear
Woodsmen return almost exhausted
Mist birds perch first stable
This person expect visit come
Alone qin wait ivy path
The sun is setting behind the western hills,
And swiftly all the valleys fill with shadow.
Between the pines, the moon brings in night's cool,
The sound of wind and stream is full and clear.
Now almost all the woodsmen have returned,
The birds are perching somewhere in the mist.
As I am expecting you to come and stay,
I take my qin and wait on the ivy path.