A Night-Mooring Near Maple Bridge by Chang Chi

While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost;
Under the shadows of maple trees a fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear, from beyond Su-chou, from the temple on Cold Mountain,
Ringing for me, here in my boat, the midnight bell.

translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu

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