The Fisherman

The Fisherman
by Liu Zongyuan

At night, by the rock on west bank, the fisherman sleeps.
In the morning, he gets water from river and use bamboo for fire.
When the sun is up and the smoke clears, he is long gone.
Over the greenness of mountain and river, audible is the sound of scull.
Looking back at the sky while going downstream,
He sees the carefree clouds chasing each other over the rock.

(Translated by Mario Li @ 2007-02-03)


(唐) 柳宗元
【漁翁】

漁翁夜傍西岩宿，
曉汲清湘燃楚竹。
煙銷日出不見人，
欸乃一聲山水綠。
回看天際下中流，
岩上無心云相逐。