山光忽西落,池月渐东上。
散发乘夕凉,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。
Herbert A. Giles 译:
In Dreamland
Men Haoran
The sun has set behind the western slope,
The eastern moon lies mirrored in the pool;
With streaming hair my balcony I ope,
And stretch my limbs out to enjoy the cool.
Loaded with lotus-scent the breeze sweeps by,
Clear dripping drops from tall bamboos I hear,
I gaze upon my idle lute and sigh:
Alas no sympathetic soul is near!
And so I doze, the while before mine eyes
Dear friends of other days in dream-clad forms arise.

