| 題名： | 歸輞川作 |
| 作者： | 王維 |
| 谷口疏鐘動， 漁樵稍欲稀。 悠然遠山暮， 獨向白雲歸。 菱蔓弱難定， 楊花輕易飛。 東臯春草色， 惆悵掩柴扉。 | |
| 英譯： |
Distant bell sounding at the mouth of the valley
Fewer and fewer the fishermen and woodmen
Away in the far mountains it is evening
And I am going alone towards the white clouds home
Water-chestnut flowers delicate so hardly still
Willow catkins so light so easily fly
Colours of spring on the banks of the marsh to the east
And I am melancholy as I shut my door.
In the gorge, bells ring intermittantly. Fishermen, woodcutters fewer in sight. Before knowing, distant mountains dusk. Alone, return toward white clouds. Water-chestnut plants, weak, cannot hold still. Catkin flowers, light, easily take flight. East plateau: the color of spring grass. Caught in grief, closing the wooden door. At the canyon's mouth, a far-off bell stirs. Woodcutters and fishermen scarcer still, sunset distant in these distant mountains, I verge into white cloud, returning alone. Water-chestnut vines can't stop fluttering here. Airy cottonwood blossoms drift skies, and spring grass colors the east ridge. All grief and sorrow, I close my bramble gate. |
| 日譯： | 暫無日譯內容 |