唐诗三百首--五言古诗--柳宗元

晨诣超师院读禅经

柳宗元

汲井漱寒齿， 清心拂尘服。

闲持贝叶书， 步出东斋读。

真源了无取， 忘迹世所逐。

遗言冀可冥， 缮性何由熟。

道人庭宇静， 苔色连深竹。

日出雾露余， 青松如膏沐。

澹然离言说， 悟悦心自足。

READING BUDDHIST CLASSICS WITH ZHAO

AT HIS TEMPLE IN THE EARLY MORNING

Liu Zongyuan

                                    I clean my teeth in water drawn from a cold well;

                                   And while I brush my clothes, I purify my mind;

                                     Then, slowly turning pages in the Tree-Leaf Book,

                                     I recite, along the path to the eastern shelter.

                                    …The world has forgotten the true fountain of this teaching

                                    And people enslave themselves to miracles and fables.

                                     Under the given words I want the essential meaning,

                                     I look for the simplest way to sow and reap my nature.

                                     Here in the quiet of the priest’s templecourtyard,

                                     Mosses add their climbing colour to the thick bamboo;

                                     And now comes the sun, out of mist and fog,

                                    And pines that seem to be new-bathed;

                                    And everything is gone from me, speech goes, and reading,

                                    Leaving the single unison.

溪居

柳宗元

久为簪组累， 幸此南夷谪。

闲依农圃邻， 偶似山林客。

晓耕翻露草， 夜榜响溪石。

来往不逢人， 长歌楚天碧。

DWELLING BY A STREAM

Liu Zongyuan

                                     I had so long been troubled by official hat and robe

                                     That I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland.

                                     I am a neighbour now of planters and reapers.

                                     I am a guest of the mountains and woods.

                                     I plough in the morning, turning dewy grasses,

                                     And at evening tie my fisher-boat, breaking the quiet stream.

                                      Back and forth I go, scarcely meeting anyone,

                                      And sing a long poem and gaze at the blue sky.