Classic Poem

Sleepless, you hear the neighboring temple bell,
the sound seems to brighten your ears!
When you chant poems at night you must avoid gazing
at the moon;
when you walk in the morning you must keep your back
to the wind.
All images seem to appear in a haze,
the mountains are shrouded in fog.
You try going out — and crash into the door;
you must ask the children whether it's night or it's day!