In Chang'an city is the disk of the moon, <br />The sound of pounding clothes in ten thousand households. <br />The autumn wind is blowing without cease, <br />All the time I think of Yuguan pass. <br />When will we pacify the pillaging Hu, <br />So my husband can end his long journey?<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-song-of-wu/
