寒山·《重岩我卜居》英译

重岩我卜居，鸟道绝人迹。

庭际何所有，白云抱幽石。

住兹凡几年，屡见春冬易。

寄语钟鼎家，虚名定无益。

I Considered Painting Two Flowers

Perhaps wind and rain etch my life in the cliffs,

Or the birds record my solitary promenades.

My courtyard? Clouds and tumbled stone.

Winter melts into forests year by year,

And I number each spring quietly.

Below me great men cast bronze bells,

Carve their names and heroic deeds, and toll

Them forth. The silent cliffs echo my character.

（Peter Stambler 译）

No. 2

‘Midst layers of cliffs—the place I divined to live;

Up on bird’s trails, cut off from the tracks of men.

What is there by the side of my court?

White clouds wrapped ‘round dark rocks.

I’ve lived here a number of years;

Repeatedly seeing the changing from winter to spring.

I send this message to the families of wealth;

An empty name will do you no good.

（Robert G. Henricks 译）

Towering cliffs were the home I chose

Bird trails beyond human tracks

what does my yard contain

white clouds clinging to dark rocks

every year I’ve lived here

I’ve seen the seasons change

all you owners of tripods and bells

what good are empty names

（Red Pine 译）