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?
