One after another, waves on waves onward sweep;
A straw-cloaked man fishes with rod and line.
The pretty-scaly fish in water deep
Shall be caught though in ninety fathoms nine.
They hesitate
To take the bait,
Not hooked till late.
The water’s chill
On river still;
He gazes his fill
From hill to hill,
His homeward way
Paved with moon ray.
一波才動(dòng)萬(wàn)波隨,
蓑笠一鉤絲。
錦鱗正在深處,
千尺也須垂。
吞又吐,
信還疑,
上鉤遲。
水寒江靜,
滿目青山,
載月明歸。