Meng Haoran

Moored¹ by a mist-befogged peninsula,

When falling twilight² thickens my dolor.

Land wide, to the trees the sky seems closer,

Wa’er clear, to the man the moon looks nearer.

孟浩然

移舟泊煙渚，

日暮客愁新。

野曠天低樹，

江清月近人。