塞下曲四首(之三)
卢纶
月黑雁飞高， 单于夜遁逃。
欲将轻骑逐， 大雪满弓刀。
BORDER-SONGS III
Lu Lun
High in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring.
Tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark --
And we chase them, with horses lightly burdened
And a burden of snow on our bows and our swords.
