While I watch the moon go down,a crow caws through the frost;
Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear,from beyond Suzhou,from the temple on Cold Mountain,
Ringing for me,here in my boat,the midnight bell.
月落烏啼霜滿天,江楓漁火對愁眠.
姑蘇城外寒山寺,夜半鐘聲到客船.
A hundred mountains and no bird,
A thousand paths without a footprint;
A little boat,a bamboo cloak,
An old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
千山鳥飛絕,萬徑人蹤滅.
孤舟蓑笠翁,獨釣寒江雪.