宫词
白居易
泪尽罗巾梦不成，夜深前殿按歌声。
红颜未老恩先断，斜倚薰笼坐到明。
A Palace Maid’s Sorrow
Bai Juyi
Her towel soaked through and through with tears， she keeps
wide awake；
Late in the night， in front palace people sing and merry make.
Remnant beauty on her face wins the lord’s favour no more；
Against her perfumed cage， till it is dawn， leans the maid poor.