旅夜書懷 A Night Abroad

杜甫 Du Fu

细草微风岸，

A light wind is rippling at the grassy shore....

危樯独夜舟。

Through the night, to my motionless tall mast,

星垂平野阔，

The stars lean down from open space,

月湧大江流。

And the moon comes running up the river.

名岂文章着，

...If only my art might bring me fame

官应老病休。

And free my sick old age from office! –

飘飘何所似，

Flitting, flitting, what am I like

天地一沙鸥。

But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!

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