瑤瑟怨 She Sighs on Her Jade Lute

溫庭筠 Wen Tingyun

冰 簟 银 床 梦 不 成 ，
A cool-matted silvery bed; but no dreams....
bīng diàn yín chuáng mèng bù chéng ，
碧 天 如 水 夜 云 轻 。
An evening sky as green as water, shadowed with tender clouds;
bì tiān rú shuǐ yè yún qīng 。
雁 声 远 过 潇 湘 去 ，
But far off over the southern rivers the calling of a wildgoose,
yàn shēng yuǎn guò xiāo xiāng qù ，
十 二 楼 中 月 自 明 。
And here a twelve-story building, lonely under the moon.
shí èr lóu zhōng yuè zì míng 。

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