山谷如有待
平水月近人
一雁入天陰
狗吠深巷中
自顧無長策
心事恐蹉跎
異客在異鄉
故國夢重歸
The hills and valleys seem to wait for
The moon to approach on still waters.
A lone goose flies in the darkening sky
While a dog barks down the lane.
As for me, with no greater plan,
I fear that I’m just marking time.
A foreign guest in a foreign land,
I return home in my dreams.
© 1977, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
