tiān qiū yuè yòu mǎn,
chéng jué yè qiān zhòng。
hái zuò jiāng nán huì,
fān yí mèng lǐ féng。
fēng zhī jīng '
àn què,
lù cǎo fù hán chóng。
jī lǚ cháng kān zuì,
xiāng liú wèi xiǎo zhōng。
While the autumn moon is pouring full
On a thousand night-levels among towns and villages,
There meet by chance, south of the river,
Dreaming doubters of a dream....
In the trees a wind has startled the birds,
And insects cower from cold in the grass;
But wayfarers at least have wine
And nothing to fear – till the morning bell.