Dai Shulun Changing on Old Friends in a Village Inn
Dai Shulun Changing on Old Friends in
a Village Inn
While
the autumn moon is pouring full On a thousand night-levels among towns and villages, There meet by chance, south
of the river, Dreaming doubters of a dream.... In the trees a wind has startled the birds, And insects cower
from cold in the grass; But wayfarers at least have wine And nothing to fear – till the morning bell.