情诗

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情诗

张华

其三

清风动帷帘，

晨月照幽房。

佳人处遐远，

兰室无容光。

襟怀拥虚景，

轻衾覆空床。

居欢惜夜促，

在蹙怨宵长。

拊枕独啸叹，

感慨心内伤。



Love Poems

Zhang Hua

III

The soft breeze ripples curtains drawn

In lonely moonlit room at dawn.

My love still stays in far-off place;

My orchid room sees not his face.

In vain I embrace moonlight shed

On the thin quilt over empty bed.

I regret happy days in flight;

I complain of long, long sad night.

Tapping my pillow, deep I sigh;

With broken heart I cannot cry.

（许渊冲 译）

A Love Poem

Zhang Hua

A light wind stirs curtain and shutter,

Morning moon brightens my lonely room.

My love is dwelling very far away,

And my poor chamber is devoid of brightness.

I clutch an insubstantial shadow to my breast,

A light quilt covers my empty bed.

In happier times I lamented the shortness of the night,

But now, in misery, I hate it for its length.

Grasping my pillow, alone I moan and sigh,

Feelings of sorrow cutting deep into my heart.