Thoughts In A Tranquil Night 静夜思 Athwart the bed, I watch the moonbeams cast a trail 床前明月光 So bright, so cold, so frail that for a space it gleams like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams 疑是地上霜 I raise my head the splendid moon I see 举头望明月 Then droop my head and sink to dreams of thee my Fatherland, of thee 低头思故乡