Thoughts In A Tranquil Night
静夜思
Athwart the bed, I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
床前明月光
So bright, so cold, so frail that for a space it gleams like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams
疑是地上霜
I raise my head the splendid moon I see
举头望明月
Then droop my head and sink to dreams of thee my Fatherland, of thee
低头思故乡