谭嗣同·《夜泊》英译

系缆北风劲，五更荒岸舟。

戌楼孤角语，残腊异乡愁。

月晕山如睡，霜寒江不流。

窅然万物静，而我独何求？

Mooring at Night

T’an Ssu-T’ung

The hawser tied against a still north wind,

A boat on a desolate shore at dawn,

The notes of a single horn from a garrison tower,

The longing for home in a strange land at year’s end—

Beneath a hazy moon the mountains lie as if asleep;

In the frosty cold the river ceases to flow.

Forlorn, the ten thousand things are still.

Then what am I here to seek alone?