• 《多情月》 The love-lorn moon
The love-lorn moon seems riveted to the side of the painted chamber.
O moon! In pity, belike, dost thou shine upon the partings of men.
My lover is at heaven’s verge: yet the servant’s heart seems parted but a hair’s breadth from him.
For our love-thoughts, though a myriad miles in length, are drawn tight at either end.
Day by day I think of my lord. Lord! I see not your return.
The twin carp have no way of posting to me your letters.
Month after month the moon grows round: how often have I seen it so!
In yon other land, have your eyes yearned for my grace and beauty?
Methinks that gad-about and stay-at-home have but the same memory.
Ah! I repine secretly.
I would, sir, that your heart’s purpose may not change.
So at the last we shall see each other.
Then, beneath the flowers, you and I will again watch the moon grow ground.