天净沙 秋 – 白朴
孤村落日残霞，
轻烟老树寒鸦，
一点飞鸿影下。
青山绿水，
白草红叶黄花。
Autumn by Bai Pu
A lonely village, the sun slants — a fading gold,
A wisp of mist, a few cold crows, a few trees old,
A flying goose, a cleaving shadow, blear and bold,
Afar, green rills, blue hills, they behold —
Afield, pale grass, red leaves, yellow blooms in the wold.
Tr. Ziyuzile
07/10/2024
