Darkness descends every night
before rising of the moon and the stars.
You hear the sound of waves;
you see people fishing in the Honghu Lake.
I am not going anywhere higher.
When there is no wind, the sky falls
into the bottom of the Lake.
Hiding deep in the waterweeds are the clouds.
Only by lowering your head to see
the shadows of the birds, you may look up
for their flight.