残阳西入崦,茅屋访孤僧。
落叶人何在,寒云路几层。
独敲初夜磬,闲倚一枝藤。
世界微尘里,吾宁5爱与憎。
Where the sun has entered the western hills,
I look for a monk in his little straw hut;
But only the fallen leaves are at home,
And I turn through chilling levels of cloud
I hear a stone gong in the dusk,
I lean full-weight on my slender staff
How within this world, within this grain of dust,
Can there be any room for the passions of men?
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