The Dale of Singing Birds

           By Wang Wei

I hear osmanthus blooms fall unenjoyed;

When night comes, hills dissolve into the void.

The rising moon arouses birds to sing;

Their fitful twitters fill the dale with spring.

From 100 Tang and Song Quatrain Masterpieces by Great Poets

鸟鸣涧

   王维

人闲桂花落，

眼睛青山空。

月出惊山鸟，

时鸣春涧中。

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