戍鼓断人行，

秋边一雁声。

露从今夜白，

月是故乡明。

有弟皆分散，

无家问死生。

寄书长不达，

况乃未休兵。

War drums break people’s journey drear;

A swan honks on autumn frontier.

Dew turns into frost since tonight;

The moon viewed at home is more bright.

I’ve brothers scattered here and there;

For our life or death none would care.

Letters can’t reach where I intend;

Alas! The war’s not come to an end.

（许渊冲 译）