听蜀僧浚弹琴-On Hearing a Monk from Shu Playing His Lute
听蜀僧浚弹琴
李白
蜀僧抱绿绮，西下峨嵋峰。
为我一挥手，如听万壑松。
客心洗流水，余响入霜钟。
不觉碧山暮，秋云暗几重。
On Hearing a Monk from Shu Playing His Lute
Li Bai
A Monk from Shu comes down from Mount Emei
In the west， bringing with him a lute green.
While for me he is plucking strings to play
Valleys seem to roar with pine storms within
And a flowing stream seems to wash my heart，
Leaving trailing sounds to the autumn bell.
Soon to come o’er green mounts dusk has its start；
And autumn clouds in their darkness quite swell.
