To head of my bed flowed the glaring moonlight,
It seemed like a hoarfrost on surface was cryied.
I raise up my head and look at the Moon,
Then vail the eyes thinking of motherland.
Quiet night thoughts -transl. of the poem by Li Po
© Copyright: Ирина Ульданова, 2015
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