2) In the Still of the Night

I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.
I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.
I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.
I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.

3) A Tranquil Night

Abed, I see a silver light,
I wonder if it's frost aground.
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned.

4) Night Thoughts
Translated by Herbert A. Giles

I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,
Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;
Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,
Then lay me down---and thoughts of home arise.

5) On a Quiet Night
Translated by S. Obata

I saw the moonlight before my couch,
And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.
I raised my head and looked out on the mountain noon,
I bowed my head and though of my far-off home.

6) The Moon Shines Everywhere
Translated by W.J.B. Fletcher

Seeing the moon before my couch so bright
I thought hoar frost had fallen from the night.
On her clear face I gaze with lifted eyes:
Then hide them full of Youth's sweet memories.

7) Night Thoughts
Translated by Amy Lowell

In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright.
I wonder if that can be frost on the floor?
I list up my head and look at the full noon, the dazzling moon.
I drop my head, and think of the home of old days.

8) Thoughts in a Tranquil Night
Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng

Athwart the bed
I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
So bright, so cold, so frail,
That for a space it gleams
Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.
I raise my head, -
The splendid moon I see:
Then droop my head,
And sink to dreams of thee -
My father land, of thee!

9) Nostalgia

A splash of white on my bedroom floor. Hoarfrost?
I raise my eyes to the moon, the same noon.
As scenes long past come to mind, my eyes fall again on the splash of white,
and my heart aches for home.

10) Pensée dans une nuit tranquille
Traduit par Hervey

Devant mon lit, la lune jette une clarté très vive;
Je doute un moment si ce n'est point la gelée blanche qui brille sur le sol.
Je lève la tête, je contemple la lune brillante;
Je baisse la tête et je pense à mon pays.

　　　　Translator: Witter Bynner