LEAVING THE RIVERSIDE TOWN
The crescent moon veiled by cloud light,
I wake from wine when my boat sets sail at midnight.
Turning my head toward the mist-veiled lonely town,
I only remember the farewell song,
But not when from the wineshop I got down.
Hood wry, fan dropped, I slipped from wicker bed.
Whom can I tell the dreary dream I dread?
When from this floating life may I take rest?
My hometown in southwest,
Why do I oft in southeast bid adieu as guest?
离京口作
轻云微月，
二更酒醒船初发。
孤城回望苍烟合。
记得歌时，
不记归时节。
巾偏扇坠藤床滑，
觉来幽梦无人说。
此生飘零何时歇？
家在西南，
常作东南别。