Moonsoon Sunset, Shemgang

Sol´s gone down, run aground,
Wan glow wanes in westwake;
The duskin´ air is moisty.
Soundlessly,
Dip, slide east,

´tis twilight, throat´s thirsty.
Jetstream steam, ill at ease,
Ponders precipitations.
The rain drops by without so much
As an ´if you please,´