Thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under Mount Niuzhu – Li Bai

This night to the west of the river-brim
There is not one cloud in the whole blue sky,
As I watch from my deck the autumn moon,
Vainly remembering old General Xie….
I have poems; I can read;
He heard others, but not mine.
…Tomorrow I shall hoist my sail,
With fallen maple-leaves behind me.

牛渚西江夜， 青天无片云；
登舟望秋月， 空忆谢将军。
余亦能高咏， 斯人不可闻。
明朝挂帆席， 枫叶落纷纷。