Changing on Old Friends in A Village Inn
- Poetry of Dai Shulun

While the autumn moon is pouring full

On a thousand night-levels among towns and villages,

There meet by chance, south of the river,

Dreaming doubters of a dream....

In the trees a wind has startled the birds,

And insects cower from cold in the grass;

But wayfarers at least have wine

And nothing to fear -- till the morning bell.