瑤瑟怨 溫庭筠

瑤瑟怨

冰簟銀床夢不成， 碧天如水夜云輕。

雁聲遠過瀟湘去， 十二樓中月自明。

Wen Tingyun

SHE SIGHS ON HER JADE LUTE

A cool-matted silvery bed; but no dreams....

An evening sky as green as water, shadowed with tender clouds;

But far off over the southern rivers the calling of a wildgoose,

And here a twelve-story building, lonely under the moon.