And wondered if it
were not the frost on the ground.
I raised my head
and looked out on the mountain noon,
I bowed my head and
though of my far-off home.
(TR. S. Obata)
The Moon Shines
Everywhere
Seeing the moon
before my couch so bright
I thought hoar
frost had fallen from the night.
On her clear face I
gaze with lifted eyes;
Then hide them full
of Youth's sweet memories.
(Tr. W.J.B.
Fletcher)
Night Thoughts
In front of my bed
the moonlight is very bright.
I wonder if that
can be frost on the floor?
I lift up my head
and look at the full noon, the dazzling moon.
I drop my head, and
think of the home of old days.
(Tr. Amy Lowell)
Thoughts in a
Tranquil Night
Athwart the bed
I watch the
moonbeams cast a trail
So bright, so cold,
so frail,
That for a space it
gleams
Like hoarfrost on
the margin of my dreams.
I raise my head,
The splendid moon I
see;
Then droop my head,
And sink to dreams
of thee -
My father land, of
thee!
(Tr. L.Cranmer-Byng)
Nostalgia
A splash of white
on my bedroom floor. Hoarfrost?
I raise my eyes to
the moon, the same noon.
As scenes long past
come to mind, my eyes fall again on the splash of white, and my
heart aches for home.
(
翁顯良
譯)
In the Quiet Night
So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed -
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting my head to look, I found that it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
(Tr. Witter Bynner)