Night Thoughts

The moon shines so brightly besides my bed,
As ground frost I mistook its reflection,
To the moon I lifted my eyes ahead,
Hopelessly homesick as I bowed my head,

by Li Bai

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Moonglints on the ground in front of my bed roll seem on waking to be feathers of frost. I raise my head to gaze fully at the bright moon then sink back, sleepless, yearning to be home.