| 題名： | 詩三百三首其二十 |
| 作者： | 寒山 |
| 欲得安身處， 寒山可長保。 微風吹幽松， 近聽聲逾好。 下有斑白人， 喃喃讀黃老。 十年歸不得， 忘却來時道。 | |
| 英譯： |
If you're looking for a place to rest,
Cold Mountain is good for a long stay.
The breeze blowing through the dark pines
Sounds better the closer you come.
And under the trees a white-haired man
Mumbles over his Taoist texts.
Ten years now he hasn't gone home;
He's even forgotten the road he came by.
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| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |