蔡琰·《胡笳十八拍·第七拍》英译

日暮风悲兮边声四起，不知愁心兮说向谁是。

原野萧条兮烽戎万里，俗贱老弱兮少壮为美。

逐有水草兮安家葺垒，牛羊满地兮聚如蜂蚁。

草尽水竭兮羊马皆徙，七拍流恨兮恶居於此。 

Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute     

Cai Yan        

Song 7

At sunset the wind is melancholy, its frontier strains rise all around,

I do not know if there is someone to share my grieving heart.

The border wastes are desolate, ten thousand miles of beacons,

Their customs despise the old and weak, in favor of the young and strong.

They wander wherever water and grass may be, and there set up camps and defenses,

Cattle and sheep fill the land, swarming like bees or ants.

When the grass is finished and water used up, livestock and horses all move,