On the 13th Night of the 7th Moon (I)
On the 13th night of the 7th moon in 1640, I returned from the capital, met with Zhang and talked with him till dawn. Tonight I moor my boat at the same place, but Zhang is dead and gone.
I moor my boat at sunset ‘neath the maple trees;
Gone is the long, long night when we talked at ease.
How can I bear the moon together viewed last year?
The Southern River grows deeper with tear on tear.
Chen Zilong was a leader of the anti-Manchurian forces, who drowned himself when defeated.