殘陽西入崦，

The sun was sinking westerly in Mt Yanzhi; 

茅屋訪孤僧。

I called on a lone monk living there in a thatched hut.

落葉人何在，

There was no sign of him everywhere except fallen leaves;

寒雲路幾層。

through chilly clouds I crossed mountain trails a lot.

獨敲初夜磬，

Then I found him clinking the bell alone,

閒倚一枝藤。

leisurely propping himself on a cane.

世界微塵里，;

Hence everyone of us is a minute existence in this world,

吾寧愛與憎。

why must I care about fondness and disdain?