To the Tune "Pure Serene Music"

Passing One Lonely Night at Boshan
by Xin Qi-ji

Around the bed run hungry rats,
In lamplight to and fro fly bats.
On pine-shad'd roof the wind and shower rattle,
The window paper-scraps are heard to prattle.

I roam from north to south, from place to place,
And come back with gray hair and wrinkled face.
I woke up in thin quilt on autumn night.
The boundless land I dreamed of still remains in sight.

(and so with the Christian life...)