Opposite a Post-Station, the Boat
Moonlit Beside a Monastery
My boat mirroring a clear, bright moon
Deep in the night, I leave lanterns unlit.
A gold monastery stands beyond green maples
Here, a red post-tower beside white water.
Faint, drifting from the city, a crow’s cry
Fades. Full of wild grace, egrets sleep.
Hair white, a guest of lakes and rivers,
I tie blinds open and sit alone, sleepless.
~ Tu Fu
(trans. David Hinton)