子夜吴歌
李白
长安一片月，万户捣衣声。
秋风吹不尽，总是玉关情。
何日平胡虏，良人罢远征？
A Mid-night Ballad
Li Bai
That moonlight that shines over Chang’an everywhere，
Those clothes beatings that make pounding sounds here and there，
That endless blow of chilly autumn wind severe—
All make me think of him on the Yumen frontier.
When can we at last those barbarous foes defeat
So that my mate may from the border front retreat？