Writing of my Feelings at Night of Traveling
by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The tender grass in the breeze on the shore;
The single boat with a towering mast at night.
Flat fields so wide with stars looking vertically hanging;
The great river flowing with the moon emerging in it.
My fame』s not gained because of my essays;
I』d resign from office for old age and disease.
What am I roaming and roving like?
A gull on sands between heaven and earth.