Here you will find the Poem Passing The Night At Headquarters of poet Du Fu
Clear autumn at headquarters, wu-tung trees cold beside the well; I spend the night alone in the river city, using up all of the candles. Sad bugle notes sound through the long night as I talk to myself; glorious moon hanging in mid-sky but who looks? The endless dust-storm of troubles cuts off news and letters; the frontier passes are perilous, travel nearly impossible. I have already suffered ten years, ten years of turmoil and hardship; now I am forced to accept a perch on this one peaceful branch.*
