• 《花心蜨》 The butterfly in the flower’s heart
A butterfly, settled in the heart of a flower, will not fly away for all that you would expel him.
He ever lusts after the gloss of fragrance: in very deed the flowers cast their spell on him.
The flowers, because of their gaiety, become so impassioned.
In fine the dalliance of flowers with butterflies hath a savour of likeness.
Ah! Willingly would I die!
You bid me cut my love’s cord: truly it is no easy task,
Unless so be that the butterfly is dead and the flower crushed: then indeed the final day has come.