夏日南亭懷辛大 In Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xing

孟浩然 Meng Haoran

西
The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west,
shān guāng hū xī luò ,
In the east from the lake the slow moon rises.
chí yuè jiàn dōng shàng 。
I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness
sàn fà chéng yè liáng ,
And open my window and lie down in peace.
kāi xuān wò xián chǎng 。
The wind brings me odours of lotuses,
hé fēng sòng xiāng qì ,
And bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew....
zhú lù dī qīng xiǎng 。
I would take up my lute and I would play,
yù qǔ míng qín dàn ,
But, alas, who here would understand?
hèn wú zhī yīn shǎng 。
怀
And so I think of you, old friend,
gǎn cǐ huái gù rén ,
O troubler of my midnight dreams !
zhōng xiāo láo mèng xiǎng 。

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