متسلق الجبل الشمالي
北青蘿 · Three Hundred Tang Poems
متسلق الجبل الشمالي
**North Green Vine**
**Li Shangyin**
The dying sun sinks west into the Yan Mountains.
I visit a lone monk in his thatched hut.
Where are the men beneath the fallen leaves?
How many layers of cold clouds veil the path?
Alone he strikes the evening bell at dusk,
Idly leaning on a single staff of rattan.
In this world of dust-motes,
What need have I for love or hate?
The dying sun sinks west into the Yan Mountains; I visit a lone monk in his thatched hut.
Where are the men beneath the fallen leaves? How many layers of cold clouds veil the path?
Alone he strikes the evening bell at dusk; idly leaning on a single staff of rattan.
In this world of dust-motes, what need have I for love or hate?
北青蘿
北青蘿
李商隱
殘陽西入崦
茅屋訪孤僧
落葉人何在
寒雲路幾層
獨敲初夜磬
閑倚一枝藤
世界微塵裡
吾寧愛與憎
殘陽西入崦，茅屋訪孤僧。
落葉人何在，寒雲路幾層。
獨敲初夜磬，閑倚一枝藤。
世界微塵裏，吾寧愛與憎。