أرى لا أحد (شن تشيوان تشي)

أرى لا أحد (شن تشيوان تشي)

In the scented hall, the young wife of the Lu household dwells,

Where swallows in pairs nest on the tortoised-beam beams.

In the ninth month, the cold pounding of clothes hastens the falling of the leaves,

For ten years of frontier service, she thinks of Liaoyang.

North of the White Wolf River, news and letters have ceased;

South of the Red Phoenix Gate, the autumn night stretches long.

Who pines in sorrow, alone, unseen by her beloved?

The bright moon only adds to her grief, shining upon her silken curtains.