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

　　明月照高楼,

　　流光正徘徊.

　　上有愁思妇,

　　悲叹有余哀.

　　借问叹者谁,

　　云是宕子妻.

　　君行逾十年,

　　孤妾常独栖.

　　君若清路尘,

　　妾若浊水泥.

　　浮沉各异势,

　　会合何时谐.

　　愿为西南风,

　　长逝入君怀.

　　君怀良不开,

　　贱妾当何依.