Still Night Thoughts
by Li Bai
Moonlight in front of my bed —
I took it for frost on the ground!
I lift my eyes to watch the mountain moon,
lower them and dream of home.
(Burton Watson 译)
A Tranquil Night
A bed, I see a silver light,
I wonder if It’s frost around.
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.
Homesickness in a Silent Night
Before my bed the silver moonbeams spread—
I wonder if it is the frost upon the ground.
I see the moon so bright when raising my head,
Withdrawing my eyes my nostalgia comes around.
Thoughts in the Still of the Night
A pool of moonlight before the bed,
Took it to be frost on the ground.
Raised my head to gaze at the moon,
And lowered it to think of home.
Meditation in a Quiet Night
The moon shines brightly
In front of my bed.
It was frost on the ground
I thought and said.
I gaze at the bright moon,
Raising my head.
I miss my native place
When I bend my head.
Homesickness in a Quiet, Moonlit Night
What bright beams are beside my bed in room!
Could on the ground there be the frost so soon?
Lifting my head I see a big full moon,
Only to bend to think of my sweet home.
In the still of the night
I descry bright moonlight in front of bed.
I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.
I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.
I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.
In the Quiet Night
So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed—
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
(Witter Bynner 译)
I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,
Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;
Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,
Then lay me down—and thoughts of home arise.
(Herbert A. Giles 译)
On a Quiet Night
I saw the moonlight before my couch,
And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.
I raised my head and looked out on the mountain moon,
I bowed my head and thought of my far-off home.
(S. Obata 译)
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.
(W. J. B. Fletcher 译)
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 moon, the dazzling moon.
I drop my head, and think of the home of old days.
(Amy Lowell 译)
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 hoar-frost 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 fatherland, of thee!
(L. Cranmer-Byng 译)
A splash of white on my bedroom floor. Hoarfrost?
I raise my eyes to the moon, the same moon.
As scenes long past come to mind, my eyes fall again on the splash of white,
and my heart aches for home.
Quiet Night Thoughts
Moonlight before my bed,
Could it be frost instead?
Head up, I watch the moon;
Head down, I think of home.
Thoughts in the Silent Night
Beside my bed a pool of light—
Is it hoarfrost on the ground?
I lift my eyes and see the moon,
I bend my head and think of home.