秋日赴阙题潼关驿楼

许浑

红叶晚萧萧， 长亭酒一瓢。

残云归太华， 疏雨过中条。

树色随山迥， 河声入海遥。

帝乡明日到， 犹自梦渔樵。

INSCRIBED¹ IN THE INN AT TONG GATE ON AN AUTUMN TRIP TO THE CAPITAL

Xu Hun

Red leaves are fluttering down the twilight²

Past this arbour where I take my wine;

Cloud-rifts are blowing toward Great Flower Mountain,

And a shower is crossing the Middle Ridge³.

I can see trees colouring a distant wall.

I can hear the river seeking the sea,

As I the Imperial City tomorrow --

But I dream of woodsmen and fishermen.