Willows can’t change this water’s color, nor a skiff float its shades away

那水色，是垂柳遮不住扁舟載不走的

Rain can’t erase the scent of island oranges, nor bees sip all their fragrance

那柑香，是雨水洗不去蜜蜂吸不盡的

On the mountain top, no one’s in the stone pagoda

登上山頭，頂上的石塔空空不見人

The sky’s blue says all prospers in peace

藍天總以爲是太平盛世

Below these stone steps, gusts

行至山後，石階下傳來一片喧譁

clamor like mountain bandits

風吹過誤認爲一群山賊

On ancient walls, mosses write no history

古牆上的青苔不見任何可辨識的線索

From pagoda eaves, wind chimes impossible to understand

塔簷的風鈴間歇發出無人懂的聲響

Far below, a bamboo raft, oars snapped, lies stranded

江邊斷槳棄置擱淺的竹筏

Thin mist shrouds an old tree tilted yet still upstriving

薄霧陪伴一棵橫倒的老樹奮力生長

Xie Lingyun wrote “Spring grass sprouts by the pond, new birds sing in the willows”

我想著池塘生春草，園柳變鳴禽的詩句

Cities at night, he said, were golden chalices

全世界的都市入夜變成了他說的金罍

Our boat slips down the river, oranges skinned and swallowed,

船行水上，一籃子金黃甌柑都剝皮入了肚

yet we discuss politicians only, never Xie Lingyun

也沒聽人談什麼謝客而只爭說著政客

註：二〇一六年四月參加溫州詩會，遊觀謝靈運山水，同行有詩人王家新、池凌雲、顧彬等。