At the North Green Vine Cottage

Li Shangyin

trans. E. Chang        

The setting sun shines on the mountain from the west.

I come to see a lonely monk at a thatched cottage.

Where is he amid the falling leaves?

The footpath is lost in cloud upon cloud.

At dusk, he alone beats a stone bell,

while I lean idly against a rattan cane.

The universe is contained in the fine dust.

How can I have room for love and hate?

北青萝

李商隐

残阳西入崦

茅屋访孤僧

落叶人何在

寒云路几层

独敲初夜磬

闲倚一枝藤

世界微尘里