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聽蜀僧濬彈琴 (李白)
蜀僧抱綠綺,
西下峨眉峰。
為我一揮手,
如聽萬壑松。
客心洗流水,
余響入霜鐘。
不覺碧山暮,
秋雲暗幾重。 |
Monk Jun Playing the Lute
(Li
Bai, 701-762 AD, China)
The monk from Sichuan carries his famous lute,
Coming down Mount Emei via the west route.
With just one stroke he begins playing for me -
Like whispering from thousands of pinetrees.
It soothes, like a river running through my heart.
The residual tones blend in with temple bells afar.
Unknowingly the day on green hills has gone by.
I gaze at autumn clouds piling up in the dark sky.
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