秦中寄远上人
孟浩然
一丘尝欲卧， 三径苦无资。
北土非吾愿， 东林怀我师。
黄金燃桂尽， 壮志逐年衰。
日夕凉风至， 闻蝉但益悲。
FROM QIN COUNTRY TO THE BUDDHIST PRIEST YUAN
Meng Haoran
How gladly I would seek a mountain
If I had enough means to live as a recluse!
For I turn at last from serving the State
To the Eastern Woods Temple and to you, my master.
...Like ashes of gold in a cinnamon-flame,
My youthful desires have been burnt with the years-
And tonight in the chilling sunset-wind
A cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.
