杜牧《泊秦淮》

烟笼寒水月笼沙，
夜泊秦淮近酒家。
商女不知亡国恨，
隔江犹唱后庭花。

Moored on the Qinhuai River

The mist veils cold water and moonlight the sand,
As I moor on River Qinhuai near wineshops one night.
The songstress knows not the grief of a conquered land,
But sings the song of backyard flowers across the river.