旅夜书怀 by 杜甫

细草微风岸，危樯独夜舟。星垂平野阔，月涌大江流。名岂文章著，官应老病休。飘飘何所似，天地一沙鸥。

Thoughts on a night trip (literal translation of Du Fu’s poem)

The shore is covered with fine grass and a gentle breeze, and the boat is alone at night with its mast at risk. The stars hang low over the vast plain, and the moon rises over the flowing river. A name is not made by writing, and an official should retire when he is old and sick. What does it look like? A seagull in the sky and earth.