夏夕南亭怀辛大-Thinking of Xin the Eldest in South Pavilion on a Summer Evening
夏夕南亭怀辛大
孟浩然
山光忽西落，池月渐东上。
散发乘夕凉，开轩卧闲敞
荷风送香气，竹露滴清响。
欲取鸣琴弹，恨无知音赏。
感此怀故人，终宵劳梦想。
Thinking of Xin the Eldest in South Pavilion on a Summer Evening
Meng Haoran
Suddenly the sun o’er the mount sets in the west；
Slowly rises the moon o’er the pond in the east.
With hair loosened and by cool evening air caressed，
I lie in a large room with open windows， much eased.
The breeze from the lotus sends sweet-scented breath in；
The dew from the bamboos drips with a ticktack sound.
Playing my stringed instrument I want to begin，
But none that appreciate my playing can be found.
That is why bitterly I miss you， my old friend，
And all night I’ve been troubled by dreams without end.
