三月七日，沙湖道中遇雨。雨具先去，同行皆狼狈，余独不觉。已而遂晴，故作此词。

莫听穿林打叶声，
何妨吟啸且徐行。
竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，
谁怕？
一蓑烟雨任平生。

料峭春风吹酒醒，
微冷，
山头斜照却相迎。
回首向来萧瑟处，
归去，
也无风雨也无晴。

On the seventh of the third month, we were caught in the rain along the Shahu Way without any rain gear. Everyone felt awkward, except myself. The sky later cleared, and I wrote these lyrics:

Heed not the rain beating against the leaves
Why not whistle and sing as you stroll along
Straw sandals and a bamboo staff
are lighter and better than horseback
What’s there to fear?
A raincoat is all I need in life’s journey

A cool spring breeze sobers up the spirit,
a slight chill,
Yet the setting sun over the mountains is welcoming.
Looking back over this bleak path
Were I to return
I would heed not rain
nor shine.