Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Crossing the Yangtze lyrics

And suddenly our boat is like a leaf, whirled over waves' terrain and up from rest. The bleary sky　 now stretches from high to low. The blanked expanse　 confuses east and west. Our ferry-launch　 is plunged in the paling clouds, The heart of waves　 is bathing the reddening sun. Kept ladylike indoors, could I ever see this? My sight-seeing spirit's manhood has begun.