I get up and sing softly to my lute.
Moonlight glows in the gauze curtains.
I open my night gown, and let
The fresh night air bathe my body.
A lonely wild goose cries out
In the distant meadow.
A night bird flies calling through the trees.
I come and go without rest.
What do I gain by it?
My mind is distracted by worries
That will never cease.
My heart is all bruised
By the troubled ghosts who haunt it.
YUAN CHI