• 《蝴蜨夢》 A butterfly dream
The butterflies dream: they dream of circling round the flowers.
Butterfly! ‘Tis because you lust to ravish the famous flowers, that your dream is so frenzied.
Methinks, when mortal man meets passion madness, then even his pure dreams turn riotous.
Once the soul is bemused and the heart intoxicate, then its dream is of the sea of sin and of the heaven of passion.
Moreover, when love wins union, how can the insensate dream believe its brevity?
Indeed, it behoves you to seek for sweet dreams, and in the dream be close united:
Then day by day, and evening after evening, in dreams you will form a fairy family.
When soul-bereft I lie upon my pillow, I become in dreams peer of the wandering fairies.
Lo! His fantastic dreams are so steeped in trance, that, though I shout, he does not turn back.
The teal are wont, in united dream, to change into twin lotus-flowers on a single stalk.
Nay, say not that dream visions are in essence unsubstantial, and that human things may change.
How can I think that my spring-dream is but a transient cloud-vapour?
In fine, though dream-land be pleasure-land, I warn you cease from doting thereon.
Ah! The flower-dream easily is broken.
To-day, as I wake from my dream, my love is gone far away.
I grieve, I do but grieve, that the man of my heart was bound to me only by a dream-destiny.