聽蜀僧浚彈琴

李白

蜀僧抱綠綺， 西下峨眉峰;

為我一揮手， 如聽萬壑松。

客心洗流水， 余響入霜鐘。

不覺碧山暮， 秋云暗幾重?

Li Bai

The monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case,

Walking west down Omei Mountain,

Has brought me by one touch of the strings

The breath of pines in a thousand valleys.

I hear him in the cleansing brook,

I hear him in the icy bells;

And I feel no change though the mountain darken

And cloudy autumn heaps the sky.