廣弘明集 30.250

30.250

拔劍平四海。橫戈却萬夫。一朝床枕上。迴轉仰人扶。壯色隨肌減。呻吟與痛俱。綺羅雖滿目。愁眉獨向隅。

Drawing a sword, one could pacify the four seas; / Holding a spear across, one could turn back ten thousand foes. / One morning upon the bed and pillow, / Turning over requires someone's support. / Robust colour diminishes with the wasting flesh; / Moans accompany the pain. / Though patterned silks fill the eyes, / With furrowed brows, one faces the corner alone.