床前明月光，疑是地上霜。

举头望明月，低头思故乡。
1).In the Still of the Night

I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.

I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.

I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.

I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.

（徐忠杰）

2).A Tranquil Night

Abed, I see a silver light,

I wonder if it\‘s frost aground.

Looking up, I find the moon bright;

Bowing, in homesickness I\‘m drowned.

(许渊冲译)

3).In the Quiet Night

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed---

Could there have been a frost already?

Lifting my head to look, I found that it was moonlight.

Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

(Tr. Witter Bynner)

4). Night Thoughts

I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,

Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;