瑶瑟怨

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。

Wen Tingyun

SHE SIGHS ON HER JADE LUTE

A cool-matted silvery bed; but no dreams....

An evening sky as green as water, shadowed with tender clouds;

But far off over the southern rivers the calling of a wildgoose,

And here a twelve-story building, lonely under the moon.