(112) On My Native Stream
客发苕溪
Ye Xie (1627-1703)
叶燮
My heart runs faster than the waves like grief wide-spread;
客心如水水如愁,
On rapid current goes my homesick boat ahead.
容易归舟趁疾流。
Surprised to hear my native dialect left and right,
忽讶船窗送吴语,
I find over the mast the moon of yore shine bright.
故山月已挂船头。