韦应物

寄全椒山中道士

今朝郡斋冷， 忽念山中客;

涧底束荆薪， 归来煮白石。

欲持一瓢酒， 远慰风雨夕;

落叶满空山， 何处寻行迹。

Wei Yingwu

A POEM TO A TAOIST HERMIT

CHUANJIAO MOUNTAIN

My office has grown cold today;

And I suddenly think of my mountain friend

Gathering firewood down in the valley

Or boiling white stones for potatoes in his hut....

I wish I might take him a cup of wine

To cheer him through the evening storm;

But in fallen leaves that have heaped the bare slopes,

How should I ever find his footprints!