WRITTEN AT DINGHUI ABBEY IN HUANGZHOU
From a sparse plane tree hangs the waning moon,
The waterclock is still and hushed is man.
Who sees a hermit pacing up and down alone?
Is it the shadow of a swan?
Startled, he turns his head
With a grief none behold.
Looking all over, he won’t perch on branches dead
But on the lonely sandbank cold.
黄州定惠院寓居作
缺月挂疏桐，
漏断人初静。
谁见幽人独往来？
缥缈孤鸿影。
惊起却回头，
有恨无人省。
拣尽寒枝不肯栖，
寂寞沙洲冷。