Thoughts in Early Winter
|Tree shed goose south cross
North wind river on cold
My home Xiang water bend
Far distance Chu cloud edge
Home tears travel in exhausted
Solitary sail sky edge watch
Lost ferry wish have ask
Level sea dusk wide
|Trees shed leaves, and geese are flying south;
The north wind blows, here on the river it’s cold.
My home is at the bend of the waters of Xiang,
Far beyond the edge of the clouds of Chu.
Travelling, I’ve exhausted my tears for home,
I watch a lone sail at the heavens’ end.
The ferry’s gone- who can I ask where?
Darkness falls beside the level sea.