At Night atop Shou-hsiang Citadel, Hearing Tartar Flutes by Li Yi

Before Hui-le Peak, sands like snow.
Beyond Shou-hsiang Citadel, the moon like frost.
From somewhere the reed pipes are blowing,
And all night through the soldiers long for home.

translated by Paul Kroll

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