English Rendering
I lodged at the Pavilion of Swallows in Pengcheng,dreamed of the fair lady Panpan,and wrote the following poem.
The bright moonlight is like frost white,
The gentle breeze like water clean:
Far and wide extends the night scene.
In the haven fish leap
And dew-drops roll down lotus leaves
In solitude no man perceives.
Drums beat thrice in the night so deep,
A leaf falls with a tinkling sound so loud
That gloomy,I awake from my dream of the Cloud.
Under the boundless pall of night,
Nowhere again can she be found
Though in the small garden I have walked around
A tired wayfarer far from home.
In the mountains may roam,
His native land from view is blocked
The Pavilion of Swallows is empty.Where
Is the lady so fair?
In the Pavilion only swallows'nest is locked.
Both the past and the present are like dreams,
From which we have ne'er been awake,it seems.
We have but joys and sorrows old and new.
Some other day others will come to view
The Yellow Tower's night scenery,
Then they would sigh for me!
