Caught by Rain (to the tune of Ding Feng Bo)

by Su Shi (1037 - 1101)

Don't bother about the rattling of raindrops on the

foliage,

Let's sing and stroll along leisurely.

With a bamboo cane and a pair of sandals,

I'm equipped lighter than a horse-rider.

What to fear for one?

Who's used to going through mists and storms in a straw cape.

The cutting cold of early spring sobers me up.

Chilly indeed! But the sun at the hill-top,

Welcomes me with its warmth.

Looking back at where I shivered,

I hear a whisper: go home!

Where there is neither rain nor shine.