After lowering the sail on the boat,
We docked south of the Huai River at a pier
Facing a lonely station for officials.
How expansive and endless were the wind-swelled waves.
How unknown and dark was the evening after the sun had set.
People returned to their homes as the mountain and the city wall became dim.
The wild geese came down to the islet, an expanse of white reed flowers.
I spent the night alone and missed my hometown.
Listening to the sound of the temple bell,
I could not sleep all night.