温庭筠·《瑶瑟怨》英译

冰簟银床梦不成，碧天如水夜云轻。
雁声远过潇湘去，十二楼中月自明。

Pouring Out Her Grief on a Jade Lute

Wen Tingyun

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On silver bed’s chill mat, dream’s not in sight;

In watery blue sky, eve cloud floats light.

Wild geese cry past off to clear southern stream;

In fairy bower as e’er moon sheds her beams.