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��110. ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT
The stream reflects the lean foliage of a pine —
An old pine of unremembered years.
The cold moonlight gleams on the tremulous water,
And pours into my room by the window door.
I prolong my futile singing to-night,
Deploring thee — how deeply, prince!
For no more shalt thou see a true vassal like An-tao.
My song, ceasing, leaves the grief in my heart.
��This is a poem composed probably after the rebellion of An Lu-shan and the flight of the emperor from the capital, the "prince** referring to the emperor. [158]
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