灞原風雨定,晚見雁行頻。
落葉他鄉樹,寒燈獨夜人。
空園白露滴,孤壁野僧鄰。
寄臥郊扉久,何年致此身。
After the shower at Bashang,
I see an evening line of wildgeese,
The limp-hanging leaves of a foreign tree,
A lantern's cold gleam, lonely in the night,
An empty garden, white with dew,
The ruined wall of a neighbouring monastery.
...I have taken my ease here long enough.
What am I waiting for, I wonder.