From my reading:

In Reply to Liu Ch’ai-Sang

In a meager home, guests rare, I often
forget I’m surrounded by turning seasons.

And now falling leaves fill courtyard
emptiness, I grow sad, realizing it’s

autumn already. Fresh sunflower thickets
fill north windows. Sweet grains in south

fields ripen. Though I’m far from happy
today, I know next year may never come.

Get the kids together, I tell my wife,
it’s the perfect day for a nice long walk.

From The Selected Poems of T’ao Ch’ien translated by David Hinton