English Rendering
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.
