夜鸟孤鸣,辨无名
出有水泉,过石漫野
入定,桶中天益静
岁月转,物华休,红颜逝
立远境,终识夜静
鸟鸣幽,驻心久,余事空
Ornithology in a World of Flux.
It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture;
But so still I stood sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.
Years pass, all places and faces fade, some people have died,
And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things
that were to fail later.
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