寄人
张泌
别梦依依到谢家，小廊回合曲阑斜。
多情只有春庭月，犹为离人照落花。
To Somebody
Zhang Bi
I dreamed going to your home， reluctant from you to part；
There were small corridors with slanting zigzag rails around.
Only the moon o’er the courtyard still seems to know my heart
And shines for me， the wanderer， on flowers strewn on the ground.