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 SONG OF AN AUTUMN MIDNIGHT

Li Bai

A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;

Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;

And the autumn wind is blowing my heart

For ever and ever toward the Jade¹ Pass....

Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,

And my husband come back from the long campaign!