Thinking of My Brothers on a Moonlit Night -----By Du Fu War drums break people’s journey drear; A swan honks on autumn frontier. Dew turns into frost since tonight; The moon viewed at home is more bright. I’ve brothers scattered here and there; For our life or death none would care. Letters can’t reach where I intend; Alas! The war’s not come to an end.
Du Fu REMEMBERING MY BROTHERS ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT A wanderer hears drums portending battle. By the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border, He knows that the dews tonight will be frost. ...How much brighter the moonlight is at home! O my brothers, lost and scattered, What is life to me without you? Yet if missives in time of peace go wrong -- What can I hope for during war?