Night on the Great River [three translations]
(I) Steering my little boat towards a misty islet, I watch the sun descend while my sorrows grow: In the vast night the sky hangs lower than the treetops, But in the blue lake the moon is coming close. [translated by William Carlos Williams] (II) Night on the Great River We anchor the boat alongside a hazy island. As the sun sets I am overwhelmed with nostalgia. The plain stretches away without limit. The sky is just above the tree tops. The river flows quietly by. The moon comes down amongst men. [translated by Kenneth Rexroth] (III) Mooring on Chien-te River The boat rocks at anchor by the misty island Sunset, my loneliness comes again. In these vast wilds the sky arches down to the trees. In the clear river water, the moon draws near. [translated by Gary Snyder]
From Anthology of Chinese Poetry, edited by Eliot Weinberger. Copyright © 2003 by Eliot Weinberger. Used by permission of New Directions. All rights reserved.