书边事
张乔
调角断清秋，征人倚戍楼。
春风对青冢，白日落梁州。
大漠无兵阻，穷边有客游。
蕃情似此水，长愿向南流。
Written at the Frontier
Zhang Qiao
The clear autumn air is cleaved by the bugle call；
A guarding soldier is leaning on the tower wall.
Spring breeze gently caresses the Princess’ tomb green
While sinking down the Northwest the pale sun is seen.
On the boundless desert there is no troops’ hindrance；
Up to the frontier I can tour any distance.
I wish that the barbarians’ heart like the waters here
Would e’er flow southward to merge into our land dear.