Staying at the Master's Mountain Cottage Waiting for Ding Da

Staying at the Master's Mountain Cottage Waiting for Ding Da

The evening sun passes beyond the western ridge;

In an instant all the valleys grow dark.

The pines and moon bring coolness to the night;

The wind and springs fill the ear with pure sound.

The woodcutters return, nearly all gone home;

The misty birds have settled into their roosts.

You, my friend, were expected to stay the night,

I wait alone with my qinyin the vine-covered path.