王昌龄

　　塞下曲

　　饮马渡秋水， 水寒风似刀。

　　平沙日未没， 黯黯见临洮。

　　昔日长城战， 咸言意气高；

　　黄尘足今古， 白骨乱蓬蒿。

　　Folk-song-styled-verse

　　Wang Changling

　　UNDER A BORDER-FORTRESS

　　Drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn water！-

　　The stream is cold and the wind like a sword,

　　As we watch against the sunset on the sandy plain,

　　Far, far away, shadowy Lingtao.

　　Old battles, waged by those long walls,

　　Once were proud on all men's tongues.

　　But antiquity¹ now is a yellow dust,

　　Confusing in the grasses its ruins and white bones.