Aimlessly wandering
on a quiet and empty hill
in the spring, I see
falling osmanthus flowers.
And hear the constant calling of
birds startled with full moon
down below in the ravine.
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Literal translation from web pages:
Person idle osmanthus flower fall
Night quiet spring hill empty
Moon out startle hill birds
Constant call spring ravine in
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