阙题

刘眘虚

道由白云尽， 春与青溪长。

时有落花至， 远隋流水香。

闲门向山路， 深柳读书堂。

幽映每白日， 清辉照衣裳。

A POEM

Liu Shenxu

On a road outreaching the white clouds,

By a spring outrunning the bluest river,

Petals¹ come drifting on the wind

And the brook² is sweet with them all the way.

My quiet gate is a mountain-trail,

And the willow-trees about my cottage

Sift³ on my sleeve, through the shadowy noon,

Distillations of the sun.