Wild geese trail cold shrieks
and pass beyond the mountain walls.
I awake from a lonely dream of you;
my window is lit by the autumn moon.

translated by Kim Jong-gil

Heaven has never been generous to the old fisherman
and seldom sent fair weather to the rivers and lakes.
Don’t laugh, old fisherman, at the rough human world:
you chose to put yourself among eddies and rapids.

translated by Kim Jong-gil

Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who’s there.

translated by Coleman Barks & John Moyne

Never let your heart open with the spring flowers:

One inch of love is an inch of ashes.

translated by A.C. Graham

No camellia
Not plum for me,
No flower that is white.
Peach blossom has a color
That does not ask my sins.

translated by Geoffrey Bownas & Anthony Thwaite