| 題名： | 重題 |
| 作者： | 白居易 |
| 泉石尚依依，林疎僧亦稀。何年辭水閣，今夜宿雲扉。謾獻長楊賦，虛拋薜荔衣。不能成一事，贏得白頭歸。 | |
| 英譯： |
The sun's high, I've slept enough, still too lazy to get up;
in a little room, quilts piled on, I'm not afraid of the cold.
The bell of the Temple of Bequeathed Love — I prop up my pillow to listen;
now on Incense Burner Peakㅡ rolling up the blind, I look at it.
Kuang's Mt. Lu, a place for running away from fame;
marshal—a fitting post to spend old age in.
Mind peaceful, body at rest, this is where I belong.
Why should I always think of Ch'ang-an as home?
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| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |