刘长卿： 弹琴/ Liu Changqing： ON HEARING A LUTE-PLAYER

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.