| 題名： | 詩三百三首其九十九 |
| 作者： | 寒山 |
| 蹭蹬諸貧士， 饑寒成至極。 閒居好作詩， 札札用心力。 賤他言孰采， 勸君休歎息。 題安糊䴵上， 乞狗也不喫。 | |
| 英譯： |
Here we languish, a bunch of poor scholars,
Battered by extremes of hunger and cold.
Out of work, our only joy is poetry:
Scribble, scribble, we wear out our brains.
Who will read the works of such men?
On that point you can save your sighs.
We could inscribe our poems on biscuits
And the homeless dogs wouldn't deign to nibble.
|
| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |