Punting pole stuck in the reeds, he ties up his skiff;
Late at night, the moon climbs to the top of the pole.
The old fisherman is dead drunk, call him, he won’t wake up,
In the morning he rises, frost-prints on the shadow of his raincoat.
From: http://www.metmuseum.org/collection/the-collection-online/search/45760
Date: c1500 (original); 1976 (translation)
By: Tang Yin (1470-1524)
Translated by: Jonathan Chaves (1943- )
From Troubles of The World 