Visiting the Temple of Auspicious Fortune Alone on Winter Solstice
|Well bottom deep warmth return not return|
Sighing cold rain wet withered root
What person more like come to teacher
Not be flower time willing come alone
|Deep at the bottom of the well no warmth has yet returned,|
The rain which sighs and feels so cold has dampened withered roots.
What sort of man at such a time would come to visit the teacher?
As this is not a time for flowers, I find I’ve come alone.