白居易·《琴》英译

置琴曲几上，慵坐但含情。

何烦故挥弄，风弦自有声。

Ch’in

Po Chü-I

Letting my ch’in stay on its little table,

I sit idly, letting what I feel stay deep.

Why bother to play it? In this breeze,

strings sing perfectly well themselves.

（David Hinton 译）