孟浩然·《临洞庭》英译

八月湖水平，涵虚混太清。

气蒸云梦泽，波撼岳阳城。

欲济无舟楫，端居耻圣明。

坐观垂钓者，徒有羡鱼情。

On Dongting Lake

Meng Haoran

The lake in eighth moon runs not high;

Its water blend with azure sky.

Cloud and dream fall into the river;

When its waves rise, the town walls shiver.

There is no boat for me to cross;

To go or not, I’m at a loss.

I watch the angler sitting still

And envy thosewho fish at will.