秋波媚·夜坐
顾太清
自笑当年费苦吟。
陈迹梦难寻。
几卷诗篇，
几张画稿，
几许光阴。
唾壶击碎频搔首，
磨灭旧胸襟。
而今赢得，
千丝眼泪，
一个愁心。
Qiubo mei:
Sitting at Night
Gu Taiqing
I laugh at my earlier self trying to work up verses:
Old traces hard to find even in dreams.
How many scrolls of poems?
How many sketches for paintings?
How much time has been…
The spittoon shattered from tapping, I scratch my head often,
Rubbing out my old ambitions.
And now all I’ve succeeded in getting is
A thousand streaks of tears
And a grieving heart.
（David McCraw 译）
