An Autumn Evening Harmonizing Cheng Qin's Poem
- Poetry of Han Hong

While a cold wind is creeping under my mat,

And the city's naked wall grows pale with the autumn moon,

I see a lone wild-goose crossing the River of Stars,

And I hear, on stone in the night, thousands of washing mallets....

But, instead of wishing the season, as it goes,

To bear me also far away,

I have found your poem so beautiful

That I forget the homing birds.

Poem translator: Kiang Kanghu