| 題名： | 詩三百三首其四十八 |
| 作者： | 寒山 |
| 竟日常如醉， 流年不暫停。 埋著蓬蒿下， 曉月何冥冥。 骨肉消散盡， 魂魄幾凋零。 遮莫齩鐵口， 無因讀老經。 | |
| 英譯： |
All your days are like a drunken stupor,
But the flowing years never for a moment
stand still.
When you're buried under the weed-grown turf,
How black will be the moon that shines
down there!
When bones and flesh have rotted and scattered
And the spirit is fading away,
Then, had you jaws that would bite through iron,
How could you intone your Taoist scriptures?
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| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |