04-18-2022, 03:48 PM
A bell in the mountain-temple sounds the coming of night.
I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry,
While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river.
...I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain –
And soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees.
I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage,
The thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet,
Where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion.
山寺钟鸣昼已昏，渔梁渡头争渡喧。
人随沙岸向江村，余亦乘舟归鹿门。
鹿门月照开烟树，忽到庞公栖隐处。
岩扉松径长寂寥，惟有幽人自来去。
I hear people at the fishing-town stumble aboard the ferry,
While others follow the sand-bank to their homes along the river.
...I also take a boat and am bound for Lumen Mountain –
And soon the Lumen moonlight is piercing misty trees.
I have come, before I know it, upon an ancient hermitage,
The thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet,
Where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion.
山寺钟鸣昼已昏，渔梁渡头争渡喧。
人随沙岸向江村，余亦乘舟归鹿门。
鹿门月照开烟树，忽到庞公栖隐处。
岩扉松径长寂寥，惟有幽人自来去。