Classic Poem

I fell asleep in the daytime,
and dreamed of my home town:
with a bamboo cane, I was visiting my western neighbor.
The old man greeted me with great respect
and invited me to view the magnolias with him.
We had a cup of wine, sang a song,
and before we knew it, the red sun was setting…
Then I awoke, with a feeling of emptiness:
here I was, still floating at the ends of the earth.