Written in a Storm
(In A.D. 1192 when the poet was 68, in retirement in Shanyin County, Zhejiang.)
Abed, motionless, in a lonely village,
For myself I sorrow not.
All I seek’s defence of my country’s frontier,
And to me a station there allot.
Lying in the depth of the night I listen
To the winds blowing the rain,
And iron-clad horses o’er frozen rivers,
As of old, invade my dreams again.