Where's my sleep,
I search thee.

Still moonlight gazes on me,
Winds motion steadily.
Nor did any birds and insects creep.
Thus, on windsome night I cry for sleep.

Truely, it's my battling mind which keeps me awake, truely it's my thoughts which in itself cannot compromise.

My sleep left me and my thoughts bind me... In midst of darkness, I am spending a sleepless night.