天淨沙 秋 – 白樸
孤村落日殘霞,
輕煙老樹寒鴉,
一點飛鴻影下。
青山綠水,
白草紅葉黃花。
Autumn by Bai Pu
A lonely village, the sun slants — a fading gold,
A wisp of mist, a few cold crows, a few trees old,
A flying goose, a cleaving shadow, blear and bold,
Afar, green rills, blue hills, they behold —
Afield, pale grass, red leaves, yellow blooms in the wold.
Tr. Ziyuzile
07/10/2024