閨中只獨看。 alone could my wife behold. 

遙憐小兒女， How could my poor kids,

未解憶長安。 think of Changan and Dad?

香霧雲鬟濕， Mist might moisten her hair,

清輝玉臂寒。 moonbeams might chill her arms.

何時倚虛幌， let moonlight through the curtains,

雙照淚痕乾。 dry our tear-stained faces someday.