酒醒诗残梦断，
南国正清秋。
把剑凄然望，
无处招归舟。

Sober up, for your wine is drained,
your poetry incomplete,
your aspiration undone.
Sober up, to a chilly autumn of the South.
Sword in hand, take a sad look around -
where is your home-bound boat?
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