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 turns dark, the breeze ripples the lake,

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

It dawns on me she must be here nearby,

For her caltrop ditty floats sans a break.

Tr. Ziyuzile

(To be revised)