Autumn wakes, faint frost marks the far lakeshore,
Lake light shimmers up to the sky’s dim door.
The camel seeks the bank beside cool waters blue,
Its bell drifts through thin mist where dusk’s green hues accrue.
Leaves just begin to fall, the wind is mild and slow,
Mountains grow clear; its heart finds tranquil flow.
Broad peace rises with every rippling tide,
It listens silently, side by side with autumn wide.