古意
李颀
男儿事长征，少小幽燕客。
赌胜马蹄下，由来轻七尺。
杀人莫敢前，须如毛磔。
黄云白雪陇底飞，未得报恩不得归。
辽东小妇年十五，惯弹琵琶解歌舞。
今为羌笛出塞声，使我三军泪如雨。
A Warrior and a Singer
Li Qi
He joined the army， long leaving home far away.
When young， in the lands You and Yan he used to stay.
He likes to take part in a tourney desperate
And ne’er cares ’bout his life in a perilous state.
When he fights to kill， to challenge him no one dares；
Like hedgehog’s bristles， his whiskers stick out unawares.
In the Long valley， fly yellow clouds and white snows.
Till he has repaid royal grace， not to home he goes.
A Liaodong young woman aged fifteen is good at
The pipa playing， singing， dancing and all that.
On a Qiang flute she is playing frontier music
Which makes all the warriors shed tears and be homesick.