Among the Drunken Flowers·The stars and the moon in front of the independent stage
Tang Dynasty · Feng Yansi
The stars and the moon in front of the independent stage, the curtains are bright and clear. The branches of the frost tree are all empty, and the lilac knots are broken in the heart.
I can't sleep in the cold night, and my suspicion and hatred never rest. The railing is about to break, and the two jade chopsticks are hanging down for you.
Who can say the love of this night?
The moon is setting, the frost is falling, the deep courtyard is closed, and the bridegroom is sleeping. The paulownia tree leans against the carved eaves, and the golden well is lined with Yao bricks.
The morning wind is as cold as a breeze, and I become haggard on my own. Idleness and sorrow are lingering, and the feeling of separation is unreasonable.
Don't think about it, retire and regret it.
Translation
I stood alone in front of the steps at night, with the bright moonlight shining through the window. On a cold night, the trees were full of empty branches, as gloomy as lilac buds.
The cold in the middle of the night is not bone-chilling (compared to my melancholy), and the even colder hatred of separation has never stopped. Holding on to the railing, one can hardly stand.
Two hostas are hanging down for you (crying hard), who can I tell you about my feelings this night?