天秋月又满,城阙夜千重。
还作江南会,翻疑梦里逢。
风枝惊暗鹊,露草覆寒虫。
羁旅长堪醉,相留畏晓钟。
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.