贾岛
Jia Dao (c. 779-843)
二句三年得,
一吟双泪流。
知音如不赏,
归卧故山秋。
Two lines at last! It’s been three years;
reciting them, I let fall tears.
If for you, still, they don’t ring true,
I’ll go back to my autumn hills.
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