李端: 听筝/ Li Duan: ON HEARING HER PLAY THE HARP

听筝

李端

鸣筝金粟柱， 素手玉房前。

欲得周郎顾， 时时误拂弦。

ON HEARING HER PLAY THE HARP

Li Duan

Her hands of white jade by a window of snow

Are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp --

And to draw the quick eye of Chou Yu,

She touches a wrong note now and then.