Night on the West River

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No moon

To light my way upon the stair,

Cold comfort

In the wine I drink alone.

Black clouds,

Rain,

The hurried flight of birds,

Water flowing grayly

In the dusk.

A rising storm,

Boats tugging at their mooring ropes.

Or sails full-spread

To take advantage of the wind.

A moving point of fire

In the dark,

The distant lantern

Of a passing boat.

© Bai Juyi