Dreaming of Li Bai: 1 by Tom Sharp

I get over my grief for the dead, but I’m always sad for the living. Li Bai has been exiled to Jiangnan where epidemics afflict the unwary. He visited me in a dream, so I’m afraid that he’s died. Like a bird caught in a net, his soul may be crying to be released. When I woke up, I thought I saw his face but it was the moonlight on the ceiling. Our lives are long journeys over rough seas, and monsters lurk beneath the waves.

梦李白(一) by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

死别已吞声，生别常恻恻。 江南瘴疠地，逐客无消息。 故人入我梦，明我常相忆。 君今在罗网，何以有羽翼？ 恐非平生魂，路远不可测。 魂来枫林青，魂返关塞黑。 落月满屋梁，犹疑照颜色。 水深波浪阔，无使蛟龙得。