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五言律詩 韋莊 章臺夜思

清瑟怨遙夜, 繞絃風雨哀。
孤燈聞楚角, 殘月下章臺。
芳草已云暮, 故人殊未來。
鄉書不可寄, 秋雁又南迴。

Five-character-regular-verse
Wei Zhuang A NIGHT THOUGHT ON TERRACE TOWER

Far through the night a harp is sighing
With a sadness of wind and rain in the strings....
There's a solitary lantern, a bugle-call --
And beyond Terrace Tower down goes the moon.
...Fragrant grasses have changed and faded
While still I have been hoping that my old friend would come....
There are no more messengers I can send him,
Now that the wildgeese have turned south.