The moon has a halo, there will be wind.
The boatmen talk together in the night.
Dawn, a brisk wind fills our sail.
We leave the bank and speed over the white waves.
It is no use for me to be here in the land of Wu.
My dream and my desire are back in Ch’ou.
I dreamt that one day she would come with me
On a trip like this, and now she is only dust.
MEI YAO CH’EN