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,
不胜凄断,
杜鹃啼血。
王孙何许音尘绝,
柔桑陌上吞声别。
吞声别,
陇头流水,
替人呜咽。