• 《同心草》 Concord grass
Concord grass is planted by the ring-fence;
It does but hope to be uprooted and set as companion to the peony.
How could I think that business of flowers would be so distraught and business of spring-love so languid?
That, withal, barriers and mountains should part my lord from me?
You have jilted your handmaid; you have flown off like the mateless goose.
Goose, oh! Goose, in northern lands and under southern skies thou art inured to suffering;
But I, vagrant in love’s green arbour, know my own heart-burning
The sky is cold; my sleeves are thin; I rest on the fence looking for your coming.
The west wind blows; the blinds are rolled up; I feel my own loneliness.
You, sir, in the lap of joy know not that your maid is so distressed.
For you my eyes are strained, my heart is broken; I forfeit sleep and forget my food.
In bygone days I warned you, while at home, that it was ill for us to be dragged apart.
How could I know that, errant on river and lake, you would be loth to turn homewards?
I bethink me that other lovers are ready enough to heed the counsel of their mistress;
But you flout my counsel; so secretly I wring my hands.
Today my love is far away at heaven’s verge; rarely can we see each other.
Ever and anon the pearling tears bedew my spring garment.
Thus I am afflicted with more sorrow and more sickness; I sigh as I clasp the guitar to my breast.
Ah! Heaven yearns for nightfall.
At evening the mirror shows that my flower-face is impaired.
My lord! You may pluck blossoms right easily; but think how hard it is to plant the flower.