• 《鏡花》 Mirrored flowers
I am loth to look in my mirror: I would fain not envy the flowers.
The flowers’ shadow on the bright mirror is but as a transient rainbow haze.
The mirror pities fragrance, therefore it loves flowers to form its picture.
The flowers’ eyes have secretly fallen asleep, thus making the mirror their home.
Sometimes the flowers can converse, then I bid them speak with me in the pier-glass.
If by good chance the flowers love waiting at toilet, so may we gaze upon them.
Have you a mirror, but no flowers? Then spring’s colour loses in value.
Have you flowers, but no mirror? Then spring-love’s faith will be hard to test.
How comes it that the mirror’s orb is always perfect, yet the flowers are not wed?
Ah! Is it true or false?
Look you! The cassia shadow in eternal spring loves ever the splendour of the moon.