On hearing jun the buddhist monk from Shu play his lute – Li Bai

The monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case,
Walking west down Omei Mountain,
Has brought me by one touch of the strings
The breath of pines in a thousand valleys.
I hear him in the cleansing brook,
I hear him in the icy bells;
And I feel no change though the mountain darken
And cloudy autumn heaps the sky.

听蜀僧濬弹琴

蜀僧抱绿绮， 西下峨眉峰；
为我一挥手， 如听万壑松。
客心洗流水， 余响入霜钟。
不觉碧山暮， 秋云暗几重？