东城高且长
The eastern wall is high and long, winding on and joining upon itself.
The whirlwind rises and sweeps the ground; the autumn grass is already lush and green.
The four seasons change and turn; how swift the year's end comes!
The hawk harbors bitter thoughts; the cricket grieves at being so pent in.
Wash away and set free the feelings—why bind oneself in knots!
In Yan and Zhao there are many fair women; the loveliest has a face like jade.
She is clad in robes of silk; facing the door she tunes a clear air.
How sad the sound of it! The strings are taut; I know their bridges have been drawn close.
My feelings stirred, I straighten my sash; I linger, murmuring to myself.
I wish we could be a pair of flying swallows, carrying mud to nest beneath your roof.
阅读注记
“晨风”在这里是鸟名，不是清晨的风。“柱”指弦乐器上承弦的支柱。