北青萝

李商隐

残阳西入崦， 茅屋访孤僧。

落叶人何在？ 寒云路几层。

独敲初夜磬， 闲倚一枝藤。

世界微尘里， 吾宁爱与憎。

NORTH AMONG GREEN VINES

Li Shangyin

Where the sun has entered the western hills,

I look for a monk¹ in his little straw hut;

But only the fallen leaves are at home,

And I turn through chilling levels of cloud

I hear a stone gong in the dusk,

I lean full-weight on my slender staff

How within this world, within this grain of dust,

Can there be any room for the passions of men?