• 《月難圓》 The waxing moon
Flowers fall easily: but the moon toilfully waxes round.
Flowers and moon have deep passion, therefore they are involved in this dire distress.
Flowers and moon of themselves are passionless, but men go doting upon them.
I grieve, I do but grieve, that both alike age men’s faces so hastily, and infect men with pity.
If flowers have passion, then sadly they gaze at the moon.
O Moon! Thou waxest round with such toil, how canst thou fail to make my heart sour?
If the moon knew how to pity fragrance, would she be willing to think slightingly of flowers?
But if the moon’s orb shine upon you long, then, though the flowers fade, yet you are in heart’s ease.
Though in all there be twelve months of the year, thine orb, O Moon, only twelve times waxes round:
And though flowers bloom in all four seaons, yet only for a moment they are fresh.
Since we are frail-fated as flowers, it is hard for us, O Moon, to look thee in the face:
If I look, yet when my blossom opens before thee, I fear thou wilt have lost half thine orb.
Though the moon wax round so toilfully, yet it is full, meseems, only for a day.
When the flowers fade, men wait till they reopen, but a whole year intervenes.
When our lover is far off at heaven’s verge, then we lament ourselves to flowers and moon.
Ah! The heart’s thread is tangled.
My eyes are strained: my heart is like to break.
My lord, I ever fear that constantly the open flowers will fall before your eyes, and constantly the waning moon wax round.