I am sitting in the cottage
With the candle burning
To mark the lonely and manless midnight.
Just from the cottage cot, see I the galaxy,
Innumerable and immesureable stars twinkling
Up above mysteriously.
Open from all sides, supported by bamboo pillars
And thatched with straw,
I taking the cosmic reading,
Sometimes the dogs can be heard barking after.
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