The gate by render of three steps
led down to the river
I did not bathe that day
as I had done previously
The peace had halted my activity
I sat on the slender steps
and awaited the ferry
Which never arrived
I applied for alms
at my lodgings
Nothing was received
My host eventually approached me
And threw many gold pieces into the river
I did not retrieve them
These golden manners
remained submerged
This was my station