孟浩然·《宿业师山房待丁大不至》英译

夕阳度西岭，群壑倏已暝。

松月生夜凉，风泉满清听。

樵人归尽欲，烟鸟栖初定。

之子期宿来，孤琴候萝径。

Waiting in Vain for Ding, the Eldest Among His Brothers, when Lodging in Buddhist Priest Ye’s Mountain Hut

Meng Haoran

The setting sun comes down the western peak;

The valleys suddenly become so bleak.

The moon breathes cooling air in the wood of pines,

While feast my ears the murmurs of springs and winds.

Nearly all woodcutters have come back home,

And birds are perching somewhere in the brume.

Since to lodge with us you have been fain,