王维·《华子岗》英译

飞鸟去不穷，

连山复秋色。

上下华子岗，

惆怅情何极。

The Huazigang Ridge

So endless are the flights of birds who leave

Behind the hill on hill in autumn's chill

That up and down in climbing the ridge I grieve

In pains as endless to my sore heart fill.

  （王宝童 译）