听蜀僧浚弹琴

李白

蜀僧抱绿绮， 西下峨眉峰;

为我一挥手， 如听万壑松。

客心洗流水， 余响入霜钟。

不觉碧山暮， 秋云暗几重?

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.