Искусствоед
Li Po
Thoughts of a Quiet Night
Before the bed, bright moon light.
I took it for frost on the ground.
I raised my head to think of the moon,
then bowed my head to dream of home.
transl. by J.P. Seaton
Thoughts of a Quiet Night
Before the bed, bright moon light.
I took it for frost on the ground.
I raised my head to think of the moon,
then bowed my head to dream of home.
transl. by J.P. Seaton