Cao Pi

Ⅰ

Long,and long indeed the autumn night grows;

Fierce,and fierce indeed the northern wind blows.

I toss and turn,unable to fall asleep;

I rise and roam in thoughts profound and deep.

When I wander in the open air,

The heavy dew-drops soak the coat I wear.

When I look down,the stream comes into sight;

When I look up,the moon is shedding light.

When the Milky Way points to the west,

The stars are twinkling sparsely at their best.

In the grass,the crickets make their moan;

In the sky,a swan flies south alone.

With a sea of woe and pain I roam,

Obsessed by thoughts profound and deep for home.

Without my wings,I cannot sour o'er ridges;

I cannot cross the streams without the bridges.

Toward the wind I heave a long,long sigh;

I can't suppress my sorrow though I try.

Ⅱ

I wander in the northwest as a cloud,

Which stays aloof just like a carriage shroud.

As misfortune falls on me that day,

A gale of powerful wind comes on my way.

It carries me too far away southeast,

To places I've expected going least.

As these places are not my hometown,

How can I live here and settle down?

Do forget about it!Let it be!

Though to mention it strikes a fear in me.

When it grows cold with chilly autumn breeze,

With fall of leaves,the dews will frost,then freeze.

When swans and swallows fly their southward way,

Thoughts of my wandering man fills me with dismay. 

Now in deepened thoughts for home you stand,

Why do you linger on foreign land?

Day and night I stay at home alone;

Obsessed by thoughts of you here on my own,

Large drops of tears I shed and then I moan.

I play the Clear Shang tunes upon the lute,

Singing somber notes,now audible,now mute.

Upon my bed the bright moon sheds its light 

When the Milky Way points to the west at night.

Woeful is the Cowherd and the Weaver Star!

Why are they just gazing from afar?