张乔·《书边事》英译

调角断清秋，征人倚戌楼。

春风对青冢，白日落梁州。

大漠无兵阻，穷边有客游。

蕃情似此水，长愿向南流。

Written at the Frontier

Zhang Qiao

The bulge has broken the clear autumn air;

I, a traveler, lean out of the tower for a rest.

Spring breezes have made the Princess’ grave verdant and fair,

And the pale sun is sinking over the Northwest.

The great dessert is free of troops for the time,

So I’ve travelled to the very frontier.

But the barbarians are like the rivers in this clime.

To push southward will they strive for year to year.