yuè luò wū tí shuāng mǎn tiān,
jiāng fēng yú huǒ duì chóu mián。
gū sū chéng wài hán shān sì,
yè bàn zhōng shēng dào kè chuán。
While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost;
Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear, from beyond Suzhou, from the temple on Cold Mountain,
Ringing for me, here in my boat, the midnight bell.