Samsara 2

Because I am recovering from a surgery, I have very little to do and plenty of time to leave my electronic scribbles behind. So...here is another poem of Ryokan. I thought I'd give you the original Chinese, if you can make anything out of it...

Rags and patches
Patches and rags, that's my life
I beg my food by the road side
My house is completely overun with wild grass
All night long I recite poems to the moon
Drunk with Spring blossoms
I wander off and forget to come home
Since I left the temple this is how I ended up
A broken-down mule