点绛唇·寒夜感怀
谈印梅
寂寞深闺，
当窗月色凉如水。
夜阑无睡。
湿透重重泪。
辗转匡床，
只有兰釭对。
闲庭内。
虫鸣鹤唳。
搅得心儿碎。
Dian jiang chun:
Thoughts on a Cold Night
Tan Yinmei
Lonely solitude, deep in the boudoir:
As I face the window, moonlight feels cool as water.
Late at night, sleepless:
Soaking wet from flood upon flood of tears.
Toss and turn on the bed
With only the orchid-oil lamp for company.
In the quiet courtyard
Insects chirp and a crane cries
Shattering my heart to pieces.
（Grace Fong 译）
