鐔津文集 17.82

17.82

At dusk I return to the monastic lodge; / Walking slowly, no one accompanies me. / As the sun sets, the moon turns clear; / The mountain is empty, the water still quieter. / Faintly I hear a distant bell, / Carefree and detached upon the western ridge. / I send word to those who rise above the world: / Come here and take leave of the dusty realm.