Working at the shogunate by Tom Sharp

After dark, my candle burns in the cold. I have no time to go home after working all day. A bugle echos sadly in the dark. Nobody can walk alone under the moonlit sky. The war is like sand blowing across the border— no progress, no end to it, only misery. I’ve worked for ten years, earning only loneliness, and I find peace only in the cold night.

宿府 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

清秋幕府井梧寒，独宿江城蜡炬残。 永夜角声悲自语，中天月色好谁看？ 风尘荏苒音书绝，关塞萧条行路难。 已忍伶俜十年事，强移栖息一枝安。