蝉
本以高难饱, 徒劳恨费声。
五更疏欲断, 一树碧无情。
薄宦梗犹泛, 故园芜已平。
烦君最相警, 我亦举家清。
Li Shangyin
A CICADA
Pure of heart and therefore hungry,
All night long you have sung in vain --
Oh, this final broken indrawn breath
Among the green indifferent trees!
Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood,
I have let my garden fill with weeds....
I bless you for your true advice
To live as pure a life as yours