月暗送湖風，相尋路不通。

菱歌唱不徹，知在此塘中。

A Quatrain by Cui Guofu

(A Tryst on a Whim)

The moon wears veils, the breeze blows from the lake,

Soon I’m lost on a tortuous path I take.

The caltrop ditty tells me she’s nearby,

O let me find her, for my yearning’s sake.

Tr. Ziyuzile

(To be revised)