I dwell apart by the River Qi，

　　Where the Eastern wilds stretch far without hills.

　　The sun darkens beyond the mulberry trees；

　　The river glistens through the villages.

　　Shepherd boys depart， gazing back to their hamlets；

　　Hunting dogs return following their men.

　　When a man's at peace， what business does he have？

　　I shut fast my rustic door throughout the day.