When am I coming home? I don't know. At Bashan, night rains swell Autumn ponds. Recall, candles in your West Window? Ah, through night rains, to talk and bond!
The original in Simplified Chinese:
君问归期未有期, 巴山夜雨涨秋池。 何当共剪西窗烛, 却话巴山夜雨时?
Note: This is poem #298 of the 300 Tang Poems [唐诗三百首.]
Once there came a man Who said: "Range me all men of the world in rows." And instantly There was a terrific clamor among the people Against being ranged in rows. There was a loud quarrel, world-wide. It endured for ages; And blood was shed By those who would not stand in rows, And by those who pined to stand in rows. Eventually, the man went to death, weeping. And those who stayed in the bloody scuffle Knew not the great simplicity.