归嵩山作

王维

清川带长薄， 车马去闲闲。

流水如有意， 暮禽相与还。

荒城临古渡， 落日满秋山。

迢递嵩高下， 归来且闭关。

BOUND HOME TO MOUNT SONG

Wang Wei

The limpid¹ river, past its bushes

Running slowly as my chariot,

Becomes a fellow voyager

Returning home with the evening birds.

A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry,

Autumn sunset floods the peaks.

...Far away, beside Mount Song,

I shall close my door and be at peace.