The Yangtze flows east
A thousand ages of great men
West of the ramparts --
Families, when a child is born
Want it to be intelligent.
I, through intelligence,
Will a moon so bright ever arise again?
Drink a cupful of wine and ask of the sky.
I don't know where the palace gate of heaven is,
Or even the year in which tonight slips by.
A fragment moon hangs from the bare tung tree
The water clock runs out, all is still
Who sees the dim figure come and go alone
Misty, indistinct, the shadow of a lone wild goose?