送灵澈
刘长卿
苍苍竹林寺， 杳杳钟声晚。
荷笠带斜阳， 青山独归远。
on parting with the buddhist pilgrim ling che
liu changqing
from the temple, deep in its tender bamboos,
comes the low sound of an evening bell,
while the hat of a pilgrim carries the sunset
farther and farther down the green mountain.