刘长卿: 弹琴/ liu changqing: on hearing a lute-player

弹琴

刘长卿

泠泠七弦上， 静听松风寒。

古调虽自爱， 今人多不弹。

　

on hearing a lute-player

liu changqing

your seven strings are like the voice

of a cold wind in the pines,

singing old beloved songs

which no one cares for any more.