静夜思
床前明月光，疑是地上霜。
举头望明月，低头思故乡。
In the Quiet of the Night
The ground before my bed presents a stretch of light，
Which seems to be a tract of frost that’s pure and bright。
I raise my head： a lonely moon is what I see；
I stoop， and homesickness is crying loud in me！
（卓振英、刘筱华 译）
Home-Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The bright moonlight ahead of my bed
I take for a frost layer on ground。
I look at the moon， raising my head；
Lowering it， I think of my homeland。
（陈君朴 译）
Thoughts on a Quiet Evening
The floor is flooded with moonlight
Frost covered the old earth like that
I gaze at the moon
Shimmering in a dark hour
Sad and homesick
I bow down my head
（王守义、约翰·诺弗尔 译）
Thoughts in Night Quiet
Seeing moonlight here at my bed，
and thinking it’s frost on the ground，
I look up， gaze at the mountain moon，
then back， dreaming of my old home。
（David Hinton 译）
Moonlit Night
Over my bed the moonlight streams，
Making it look like frost-covered ground；
Lifting my head I see the brightness，
Then dropping it， and I filled with thoughts of home。
（Rewi Alley 译）
Longing in the Night
Before the bed shone the bright moonlight at hand，
I fancied it was frost on the ground。
I raised my head to look at the bright moon，
And lowered my head to think of my native land。
（张炳星 译）
Meditation on a Quiet Night
I see the moonlight shining on my couch。
Can it be that frost has fallen？
I lift my head and watch the mountain moon，
Then my head droops in meditation of earth。
（Robert Payne 译）
Quiet Night Thoughts
A pool of moonlight on my bed this late hour
like a blanket of frost on the world。
I lift my eyes to a bright mountain moon。
Resigned， remembering my home， I bow。
（Sam Hamill 译）
Thoughts in a Still Night
The luminous moonshine before my bed，
Is thought to be the frost fallen on the ground。
I lift my head to gaze at the cliff moon，
And then bow down to muse on my distant home。
（孙大雨 译）
Musings on a Quiet Night
The bright moonlight near my cot
Seemed to me like white ground frost。
I looked up to gaze at the moon；
I looked down to think of home。
（龚景浩 译）
Homesick on a Quiet Night
Flooded is my bedside by the moonlight，
On the floor it looks like some fresh frost。
I look up and see the moon shine so bright，
Hanging my head， in nostalgia I’m lost。
（刑全臣 译）
Quiet Night Thoughts
Before my bed a moonlight land，
I thought frost had come on the sand。
Head raised， I gaze at the bright moon；
Head bowed， I think of my homeland。
（施颖洲 译）
Thoughts on a Silent Night
A gleam of light streams down over my bed，
I wonder if it’s the frost on the ground。
Raising my eyes， I gaze at the bright moon，
Lowering my head， I miss home town。
（黄新渠 译）
Nocturnal Thoughts
The moonlight streaming to my bed—
Frost-laid， methinks， the earth does loom。
I see the moon， on raising my head，
And bowing， I think of old home。
（林同济 译）
Night Thought
The bright moonlight
in front of the bed
appears like frost
on the ground。
I look up at the fair moon，
and lowering my head，
I think of home。
（裘小龙 译）
Night Thoughts
The bright moon shines on the bed foot around，
Can it be instead the frost on the ground？
Lifting my head， I look at the bright moon；
Dropping it， I think of my homeland soon。
（刘重德 译）
Thinking in a Silent Evening
Before my bed sheds the silver moonlight，
As if it were frost on the ground， I doubt。
I raise my eyes， the moon appearing bright，
I hang my head， homesickness gushing out。
（杨纪鹤 译）
Homesickness in Silent Night
Seeing the moonbeams by my couch light，
I wonder if it’s frosting aground。
Gazing on the clear moon shining bright，
In homesickness I’m deeply drowned。
（刘克璋 译）