For the Equinox, When It Comes

The tidiness of Shao Ku,
Thoughts steeped in Taoist classics,
Playing the part of old sage
Of heaven beside a creek,

Opposing neat correlates,
Grouping them by fours,
Works when change moves through balance.

That which opens and closes
Imitates the skies.
That which is pure and muddy
Imitates the earth.

Spring was closed; now it opens.
Winter now is closed
And has no tones anymore.