1
Shaggy hair past the ears,
A worn-out robe resembling white clouds and dark smoke.
Half drunk, half sober, I return home,
Children all around, guiding me along the Way.
2
An old and useless body,
I have seen many generations of flowers in this
...lonely borrowed hermitage.
When spring comes, and if I am still alive,
Surely I will come to see you again-
Listen for the sound of my staff.
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