《漁翁》 柳宗元 

漁翁夜傍西巖宿，曉汲清湘燃楚竹。

煙銷日出不見人，欸乃一聲山水綠。

回看天際下中流，巖上無心云相逐。

An Old Fisherman

Liu Zongyuan

By the west Cliff, an old fisherman anchors for the night.

At dawn, he dips from the clear stream and cooks o'er a bamboo fire.

When the sun rises, the mists thin, he is out of sight.

A creak of the oars, a drowsy spell the green hills acquire.

Far far down, in mid-stream, he turns to look at his camp-site.

Where aimless clouds stroll around. Into what do they inquire?