There』s spring water to the south and north of my abode;
I see a group of gulls coming everyday.
My flowery path never swept for any visitors;
But today my wooden door opens for you.
As market place』s so far, my dish is always simple.
In my poor home, the cup contains only old scummy wine.
If don』t mind drinking with my old neighbor,
I』ll call him over the fence for the remaining wine.