English中文
Fisherman's Pride: Recording a Dream
天接云涛连晓雾，
星河欲转千帆舞。
仿佛梦魂归帝所。
闻天语，
殷勤问我归何处。
Heaven joins the cloud-billows and meets the dawn mist; the River of Stars seems to turn as a thousand sails dance. It seems my dreaming soul returns to the abode of the Lord on High. I hear the voice of Heaven, earnestly asking me where I am bound.
我报路长嗟日暮，
学诗谩有惊人句。
九万里风鹏正举。
风休住，
蓬舟吹取三山去！
I answer: the road is long, and I sigh that the sun is setting; I have learned to make poems, yet in vain possess astonishing lines. The great peng bird is rising on a wind of ninety thousand li. Wind, do not cease—blow my frail boat away to the Three Isles!
