| 題名： | 詩三百三首其二百七十九 |
| 作者： | 寒山 |
| 自古諸哲人， 不見有長存。 生而還復死， 盡變作灰塵。 積骨如毗富， 別淚成海津。 唯有空名在， 豈免生死輪。 | |
| 英譯： |
The greatest sages from ancient times
Have not shown us life immortal.
What is born in time must die;
All will be changed to dust and ashes.
Bones pile up like Mount Vipula,
Tears of parting would make a sea,
And all that's left are empty names.
Who escapes the wheel of birth and death?
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| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |