A Fisherman

A Fisherman

by Liu Zongyuan

translated by Xu Yuanchong

Under western cliff a fisherman passes the night;

At dawn he makes bamboo fire to boil water clean.

Mist clears off at  sunrise but there's no man in sight;

Only the fisherman's song turns hill and rill green.

He goes down mid-stream and turns to look on the sky.

What does he see but clouds freely wafting on high.

渔翁

[唐]柳宗元

渔翁夜傍西岩宿，晓汲清湘燃楚竹。

烟销日出不见人，欸乃一声山水绿。

回看天际下中流，岩上无心云相逐。