Midnight Song of Wu In Chang'an city is the disk of the moon, The sound of pounding clothes in ten thousand households. The autumn wind is blowing without cease, All the time I think of Yuguan pass. When will we pacify the pillaging Hu, So my husband can end his long journey? Understanding the beauty of this poem, we must read the direct translation of the Chinese symbols into broken English, this way we can imagine the flow of the piece in it’s natural form.











