孟浩然

山光忽西落， 池月渐东上。

散发乘夜凉， 开轩卧闲敞。

荷风送香气， 竹露滴清响。

欲取鸣琴弹， 恨无知音赏。

感此怀故人， 中宵劳梦想。

IN SUMMER AT THE SOUTH PAVILION

THINKING OF XING
Meng Haoran

The mountain-light suddenly fails in the west,

In the east from the lake the slow moon rises.

I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness

And open my window and lie down in peace.

The wind brings me odours of lotuses,

And bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew....

I would take up my lute and I would play,

But, alas, who here would understand?

And so I think of you, old friend,

O troubler of my midnight dreams !