旅馆无良伴,凝情自悄然。
寒灯思旧事,断雁警愁眠。
远梦归侵晓,家书到隔年。
沧江好烟月,门系钓鱼船。
Solitary at the tavern,
I am shut in with loneliness and grief.
Under the cold lamp, I brood on the past;
I am kept awake by a lost wildgoose.
...Roused at dawn from a misty dream,
I read, a year late, news from home –
And I remember the moon like smoke on the river
And a fisher-boat moored there, under my door.