The dark cloud heavenly hangs over the Green Lake (碧潭)

      A man rowing in it seems mad

The rain abruptly falls down as a pour

     Suddenly is broken the mirror of the peaceful water

The man at first feels nothing about the rain of the torret

     As if he were an idiot

Soon after the rain lifts over , the sky is clear

        More fresher than before is the air

All his former passinate vexation is getting away forever