渔家傲

塞下秋来风景异，

衡阳雁去无留意。

四面边声连角起。

千嶂里，

长烟落日孤城闭。

浊酒一杯家万里，

燕然未勒归无计。

羌管悠悠霜满地。

人不寐，

将军白发征夫泪。

TUNE: PRIDE OF FISHERMEN

 

When autumn comes to the frontier, the scene looks drear;

Southbound wild geese won’t stay e’en for a day.

An uproar rises with horns blowing far and near.

Walled in by peaks, smoke rises straight

At sunset over isolate town with closed gate.

I hold a cup of wine, yet home is far away;

The northwest not yet won, I can’t but stay.

At the flutes’ doleful sound over frost-covered ground,

None falls asleep;

The general’s hair turns white and soldiers weep.