送灵澈
刘长卿
苍苍竹林寺，杳杳钟声晚。
荷笠带斜阳，青山独归远。
Seeing the Monk Lingche Off
Liu Changqing
Amid the greens stands the Bamboo Temple alone；
In the evening reverberates its late bell’s tone.
Wearing a straw hat and merged in setting sunrays，
He’s going far to the blue mount where lies his place.