玉笛送清秋，

　　红蕉露未收。

　　晚香残、

　　莫倚高楼。

　　寒月羁人同是客，

　　偏伴我，

　　住幽州。

　　小院人边愁，

　　金戈满旧游。

　　问五湖、

　　那有扁舟。

　　梦里江声和泪咽，

　　何不向，

　　故园流。

　　Tangduo ling:

　　Reflections

　　Xu Can

　　The jade flute sends off cool autumn;

　　On the red plantain, dew has not dried.

　　The night fragrance is fading don’t lean from the high tower!

　　The cold moon and the traveler are both sojourners;

　　She keeps me company in a somber land.

　　Into the small courtyard comes frontier grief;

　　Iron weapons litter old haunts.

　　Where can one find a small boat in the five lakes?

　　In my dream the river’s cries blend with sobbing tears;

　　Why don’t they flow toward my old home?

　　(Charles Kwong 译)