玉笛送清秋，
红蕉露未收。
晚香残、
莫倚高楼。
寒月羁人同是客，
偏伴我，
住幽州。
小院人边愁，
金戈满旧游。
问五湖、
那有扁舟。
梦里江声和泪咽，
何不向，
故园流。
Tangduo ling:
Reflections
Xu Can
The jade flute sends off cool autumn;
On the red plantain, dew has not dried.
The night fragrance is fading don’t lean from the high tower!
The cold moon and the traveler are both sojourners;
She keeps me company in a somber land.
Into the small courtyard comes frontier grief;
Iron weapons litter old haunts.
Where can one find a small boat in the five lakes?
In my dream the river’s cries blend with sobbing tears;
Why don’t they flow toward my old home?
(Charles Kwong 译)
