The lake is glassy in August.
 The air and sky are oh-so clear.
 Vapor steams off of Yunmeng ponds,
 Ripples lap at Yueyang's piers.
 There're no boats to cross the water.
 Shame! I couldn't emulate sages.
 I sit and watch a fisherman
 And envy his catch and his wages.

This is poem #124 in 300 Tang Poems [唐诗三百首.] Original Poem in Simplified Chinese:

八月湖水平， 涵虚混太清。
气蒸云梦泽， 波撼岳阳城。
欲济无舟楫， 端居耻圣明。
坐观垂钓者， 空有羡鱼情。