Msiting the Temple of the Compassionate God of Mercy on a Rainy Day
雨中游天竺灵感观音院
Silkworms grow old,
Wheat turns half gold.
On both sides of the hill the rain is pouring its fill.
蚕欲老，
麦半黄，
前山后山雨浪浪。
Women can’t weave baskets nor can men till the ground.
But high in the hall sits the immortal white-gowned.
农夫辍耒女废筐，
白衣仙人在高堂。