《薄命多情》 Fate and passion
Heaven! Thou didst beget me so frail of fortune; why, then, hast thou begotten me so full of passion?
Weigh the word ‘passion’; a myriad things beside it are utter lightness.
Methinks that in this world of men, to meet but once, this also is foredoomed in an earlier life.
Withal, how can I endure in a moment to part wholly from you, after so many years of amity?
Men, seeing that I bear you such lasting love, grieve that my life may be cut short.
Yet methinks, if my love be lasting, then, though my life be short, it is as fate ordained.
Now in a myriad matters I am light-hearted; I do but fear that you, sir, lack constancy.
I fear you will do me hurt, leaving all my body lorn as duckweed littered upon the water.
Would I might efface all memory of this haunt of vapour and of flowers, seeking out a happier region!
Then, though you flout me, yet I swear silence.
Bethink thee that I, a girl, am pure-hearted; why, O Moon, wilt thou do me no kindness?
Still must I trouble the with prayer to unite us this once, lest I be utterly forlorn.
Our two infatuate dreams have so enthralled my senses, that I know not when I shall awake.
Ah! Truly I am a-fevered.
In bygone days I clasped you round the neck.
Why, then, as I look far and near, is the main chance still unconsummate?