明月別枝驚鵲，

清風半夜鳴蟬。

稻花香裏説豐年，

聽取蛙聲一片。

七八個星天外，

兩三點雨山前。

舊時茅店社林邊，

路轉溪橋忽見。

A Verse by Xin Qiji

(Night Hiking via Golden Sand Ridge)

The bright moon startles the magpies in twigs,

In breeze cicadas sing at dead of night.

The fragrant paddies foretell a harvesting-sight,

Hark, e’en frogs seem to cheer on with delight.

A few stars still twinkle in the high skies,

Around the ridges a drizzle doth begin.

Beside the shrine’s woods, an inn used to be within,

Across the brook’s bridge, there pops up the inn.

Tr. Ziyuzile

(to be revised)