| 題名： | 詩三百三首其二百三十四 |
| 作者： | 寒山 |
| 人生在塵蒙， 恰似盆中蟲。 終日行遶遶， 不離其盆中。 神仙不可得， 煩惱計無窮。 歲月如流水， 須臾作老翁。 | |
| 英譯： |
Man, living in the dust,
Is like a bug trapped in a bowl.
All day he scrabbles round and round,
But never escapes from the bowl that holds him.
The immortals are beyond his reach,
His cravings have no end,
While months and years flow by like a river
Until, in an instant, he has grown old.
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| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |