My Night Is Restless

My night is restless. In my bedroom, I feel the chill of breeze coming from the bamboos . Moon-beams have filled every corner of my garden. Heavy beads of dew are trickling down. Stars are sparse, feeling lonely in the sky.
Fireflies are flashing in the dark, waking up the birds from their sleep. The birds start calling one another. Everything seems to be caught between the shield and the sword. I am restless, and the night, emptying its grief, is passing on.

from a rendering of the original poem by Tu Fu (712-770)
http://www.emule.com/poetry/?page=poem&poem=664