Below Incense Burner Peak I Built a New Mountain Dwelling. When My Thatched Hall Was Completed, I Had Occasion to Inscribe This on the Eastern Wall

A new thatched hall, five spans by three;
stone steps, cassia pillars, fence of plaited bamboo.
The south eaves catch the sun, warm on winter days;
door to the north lets in breezes, cool in summer moonlight.
Cascades from the spring that drip on the paving splatter it with dots;
the slanting bamboo that brushes the window isn't planted in rows.
Next spring I'll thatch the side room to the east,
fit it with paper panels and reed blinds for my Meng Kuang.
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Po Ch├╝-i
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