北青萝
李商隐
残阳西入崦，茅屋访孤僧。
落叶人何在？ 寒云路几层？
独敲初夜磬，闲倚一枝藤。
世界微尘里，吾宁爱与憎！
The North Green Vine Hermitage
Li Shangyin
The sun is setting behind the hill in the west；
To the lone monk’s thatched cottage I wend as a guest.
With fallen leaves around， I wonder where is he，
And how many paths are in the cold clouds I can’t see.
He’s found to be tolling the evening bell alone，
Leaning on a cane in an idle way of his own.
The world is merely a composite of fine dust.
Why should I care about what’s my love or disgust！
