秋水夕陽

The inscription reads:

The trail covered by green moss is as clean as if washed.
Chanting poems all day, I am not in the mood to go out.
The setting sun shines on the ground, leaving only a delicate glow.
The autumn water, extending to the horizon, is smooth without ripples.
The dense trees in the yard rustle noisily.
At the ferry crossing, the tide is slack and quiet.
Entrusting the long lasting joy in my mind to brush and silk,
Weary of traveling, I've returned to pass my mornings and evenings.