鈍似窗間十月蠅,淡如世外一孤僧。
心勞撫字雖亡補,筆判虛空卻粗能。
厭見文書衘客袖,但思蔬水曲吾肱。
何時卻宿雲門寺,靜聽霜鐘對佛燈。
鈍似窗間十月蠅,淡如世外一孤僧。
心勞撫字雖亡補,筆判虛空卻粗能。
厭見文書衘客袖,但思蔬水曲吾肱。
何時卻宿雲門寺,靜聽霜鐘對佛燈。
我遲鈍得像十月窗間的蒼蠅,
我淡泊得像世外的一位孤僧。
為治理百姓勞心雖無補於事,
但用筆評判虛空之事卻還略能。
厭倦了看見文書塞滿客袖,
只想著粗茶淡飯,曲肱而枕。
什麼時候才能再次寄宿在雲門寺,
靜靜地聽著霜天的鐘聲,面對佛前的青燈?
Dull as a fly in the window of the tenth moon,
Pale as a lone monk dwelling beyond the mortal world.
My mind is wearied by governing, though it brings no gain,
My brush can still roughly judge the void when unfurled.
I tire of seeing official papers fill my sleeves,
And long only for simple meals and a bent arm for rest.
When shall I lodge again at the Cloud Gate Temple,
Quietly listening to the frosty bell, facing the Buddha's light in the west?
通過邊緣意象完成對自我身份的疏離與認同。
以鈍蠅、孤僧自比,表達對自身處境淡泊又自嘲的複雜心緒。
本詩為七言律詩,押平聲韻。
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