酬張少府 Answering Vice-prefect Zhang

王維 Wang Wei

As the years go by, give me but peace,
wǎn nián wéi hǎo jìng ,
Freedom from ten thousand matters.
wàn shì bù guān xīn 。
I ask myself and always answer:
zì gù wú zhǎng cè ,
What can be better than coming home?
kōng zhī fǎn jiù lín 。
A wind from the pine-trees blows my sash,
sōng fēng chuī jiě dài ,
And my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
shān yuè zhào dàn qín 。
You ask me about good and evil fortune?....
jūn wèn qióng tōng lǐ ,
Hark, on the lake there's a fisherman singing!
yú gē rù pǔ shēn 。

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