Crossing the Jiang at Yangz

From cassia oars in mid-current I gaze afar,
The Jiang near the capital is bright on both shores.
A grove discloses the Yangzi post-station,
Out of mountains emerges Runzhou city.
Where the sea ends, shade has settled at the margins,
As the river grows cold, boreal gusts arise.
And then I hear, from under the sweetgum leaves,
The rushing and rustling of autumn’s voice passing