MIDNIGHT SONG
The moon at midnight
Shines in mid-court on pear blossoms white.
Pear blossoms white
Can’t stand the flood
Of cuckoos’ tears and blood.
My lord, why should no message come from you?
The mulberries-shaded lanes have swallowed our adieu.
Swallowed our adieu,
The water seems
To sob in streams.
子夜歌
三更月,
中庭恰照梨花雪。
梨花雪,
不勝凄斷,
杜鵑啼血。
王孫何許音塵絕,
柔桑陌上吞聲別。
吞聲別,
隴頭流水,
替人嗚咽。