Luo Binwang 

Outside a cicada is stridulating in the depths of autumn,

While in jail I am tortured by a surge of homesickness.

Hoary-haired with grief, how can I endure

Such plaintive singing of the black-headed creature?

Heavy dew has encumbered it from taking wing,

Its sounds easily muffled by strong winds.

Nobody in the world trusts my noble and unsullied nature,

Who is there to vindicate my innocence?

（杨宪益、戴乃迭 译）