A Fisherman渔翁

[ 唐] 柳宗元　许渊冲

Under western cliff a fisherman passes the night;

At dawn he makes bamboo fire to boil water clean.

Mist clears off at sunrise but theres no man in sight;

Only the fishermans 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.

渔翁夜傍西岩宿，晓汲清湘燃楚竹。

煙销日出不见人，欸乃一声山水绿。

回看天际下中流，岩上无心云相逐。