Waiting for Ding at my Master's Mountain Hut

The evening sun crosses the western range,

The many ravines swiftly have turned to dusk;

The moon in the pines brings the evening cool,

The breeze over mountain rills rivets my attention.

Woodsmen returning crave their rest,

In the mist birds begin choosing their perches.

There's only I waiting for you to come,

A lone lute biding by the wisteria path.

Meng Hao-jan 689~740

宿業師山房待丁大不至

夕陽度西嶺， 群壑倏已暝；

松月生夜涼， 風泉滿清聽

樵人歸欲盡， 烟鳥棲初定。

之子期宿來， 孤琴候蘿徑。

孟浩然 689~740

A Spring Dawn 春曉

Spring sleeping, I missed the dawn;

Everywhere I hear chittering birds.

Last night came sounds of wind and rain;

Fallen blossoms--who knows how many?

春眠不覺曉，

處處聞啼鳥。

夜來風雨聲，

花落知多少？

孟浩然 (689～740)

Stopping Over on the Jiande River

My bobbing boat moored to a misty bank,

The sun sets and this traveler longs anew.

O'er broad fields heavens descend upon the trees,

As on the crystal river the moon approaches man.

Meng Hao-jan (691-740)

宿建德江

移舟泊烟渚，

日暮客愁新。

野旷天低树，

江清月近人。

孟浩然 (691-740)