English Rendering
Since coming to Luoyang, a stranger here,
You, Master, are the one who holds me dear.
So kind to scholars, humble to the core—
Such virtue men today don’t heed anymore.
Alas! Tonight, in my bare room I stay,
Like nesting birds who mourn woods left in decay.
In gloom I sit till the moon climbs the sky,
Then southern neighbors’ laundry poundings sigh.
