For a Guest
North and south of my cottage winds spring water green;
I see but flocks of gulls coming from day to day.
The footpath strewn with fallen blooms is not swept clean;
My wicket gate is opened but for you today.
Far from market,I can afford but simple dish;
Being not rich,I’ve only old wine for our cup.
To drink together with my neighbor if you wish,
I’ll call him o’er the fence to finish the wine up.
（许渊冲 译）