溪水清涟树老苍，行穿溪树踏春阳。
溪深树密无人处，唯有幽花渡水香。
The ripples on the stream are clear, the old trees are grey;
threading through these woods, I’ve stepped into spring sunlight.
The waters and the woods are deep; no one’s dwelling here;
only the fragrance of hidden flowers is crossing the river.