遙夜泛清瑟,西風生翠蘿。
殘螢棲玉露,早雁拂金河。
高樹曉還密,遠山晴更多。
淮南一葉下,自覺洞庭波。
There's a harp in the midnight playing clear,
While the west wind rustles a green vine;
There's a low cloud touching the jade-white dew
And an early wildgoose in the River of Stars....
Night in the tall trees clings to dawn;
Light makes folds in the distant hills;
And here on the Huai, by one falling leaf,
I can feel a storm on Lake Dongting.