李煜
無(wú)言獨(dú)上西樓,
月如鉤。
寂寞梧桐深院鎖清秋。
剪不斷,
理還亂,
是離愁。
別是一般滋味在心頭。
Li Yu
I ascend the west tower, reticent,
The moon is a crescent.
Autumn locks the lone plane in the deep yard with gloom
omnipresent.
What’s unbreakable,
What’s unravel-able,
Is the sorrow knot of exile.
It wreathes my heart with a writhing feeling indescribable.