I sit alone in the secluded bamboo grove
and play the zither and whistle along.
In the deep forest no one knows,
the bright moon comes to shine on me.

Lying alone in this dark bamboo grove, Playing on a flute, continually whistling, In this dark wood where no one comes, The bright moon comes to shine on me. | "In a Bamboo Grove" in The White Pony, ed. Robert Payne, p. 151