Under the White Cloud Bridge
Wild grass is splendidly growing;
On the Crimson Column Passage
The evening sun is reddishly glowing.
The swift, which recently made a fuss
In the main Hall of Meditation, now feeds
With impunity in the villagers’ granaries
Without their knowing of the flying raider.
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