Lament

Softly on the tower streams of light play;

　　It seems the moon is loath to move away.

　　For here is beauty wilting, tender sighs,

　　Telling of a tender heart in pain, which cries.

　　May we ask who is there so full of ruth?

　　A wife in name, a widow, ah, in truth!

　　"You are far, far away for o‘er ten years;

　　I am alone, alone and oft in tears.

　　"You‘re like the dust drawn upward on the way;

　　Like mud in dirty water still I stay.

　　One sinking, the other swimming we remain.

　　If ever, when are we to meet again?

　　"Would that I were the wind from the southwest,

　　That I could rush across the land to your breast!

　　From your embrace, if you should shut me out,

　　Where should I go? Where should I roam about?"

　　七哀

　　明月照高樓,

　　流光正徘徊.

　　上有愁思婦,

　　悲歎有餘哀.

　　借問歎者誰,

　　雲是宕子妻.

　　君行逾十年,

　　孤妾常獨棲.

　　君若清路塵,

　　妾若濁水泥.

　　浮沉各異勢,

　　會郃何時諧.

　　願爲西南風,

　　長逝入君懷.

　　君懷良不開,

　　賤妾儅何依.