李煜
无言独上西楼，
月如钩。
寂寞梧桐深院锁清秋。
剪不断，
理还乱，
是离愁。
别是一般滋味在心头。
Li Yu
I ascend the west tower, reticent,
The moon is a crescent.
Autumn locks the lone plane in the deep yard with gloom
omnipresent.
What’s unbreakable,
What’s unravel-able,
Is the sorrow knot of exile.
It wreathes my heart with a writhing feeling indescribable.