English Rendering
Beyond the western hills sinks the sun white;
Over east ridge the moon sheds her pure light.
For miles and miles overflow the moonbeams;
The air is permeated with shadows and dreams.
With the west wind my lonely room is filled;
At dead of night my mat and pillow chilled.
In autumn’s breath I hear seasonal song;
On sleepless bed I feel the night so long.
I want to talk, but to whom to confide?
I drink to lonely shadow by my side.
The sun and the moon rise and fall with speed,
But where can I gallop at will my steed?
Thinking of this, I am so much depressed.
How could my mind all the night long find rest!