秋日赴阙题潼关驿楼-Inscription on the Post House at Tong Pass on
My Way to the Capital on an Autumn Day
秋日赴阙题潼关驿楼
许浑
红叶晚萧萧，长亭酒一瓢。
残云归太华，疏雨过中条。
树色随关迥，河声入海遥。
帝乡明日到，犹自梦鱼樵。
Inscription on the Post House at Tong Pass on
My Way to the Capital on an Autumn Day
Xu Hun
Red leaves rustle in the roaring wind of evening；
At the Post House a gourdful of wine I’m drinking.
Dispersed clouds drift their way back to the Hua Mountain；
And o’er the Middle Stripe Ranges waft scattered rains.
As far as to the Pass spreads the verdure of trees；
The River rumbles a long way into the sea.
To-morrow， the Imperial Capital I’ll see；
Still， a fisherman or woodsman I dream to be.
