竹里馆 - 王维
独坐幽篁里，弹琴复长啸。
深林人不知，明月来相照。
At a Bamboo-Lodge by Wangwei
Alone, I sit in a grove of bamboo,
Long whistling while plucking my zither.
A secluded place that is known to few,
Save for the bright moon that shineth hither.
Tr. Ziyuzile
20/10/2024
