Listen to this article樂府
盧綸
塞下曲四首之三
月黑雁飛高， 單于夜遁逃。
欲將輕騎逐， 大雪滿弓刀。
Folk-song-styled-verse
Lu Lun
BORDER-SONGS III
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.
