Aboard a Boat, Reading Yüan Ninth's Poems

I pick up your scroll of poems, read in front of the lamp;
poems ended, the lamp gutters, sky not yet light.
My eyes hurt, I put out the lamp, go on sitting in the dark:
the sound of waves blown by head winds, sloshing against the boat.
Author of original: 
Po Chü-i
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