• 《燈蛾》 The lamp moth
Say not that you have no fear of the fire! Look at yonder fire-scorched lamp moth!
Hither and thither it flies: but still it must grope to its fall down the deep chasm.
Of deep and shallow alike it has no knowledge, therefore all night long it goes groping,
With dazed head and dazzled brain, as if it had met the wind-fiend.
How can it know that the inch-square of the lamp’s chimney is deep as a myriad ells; that, though you fly, you cannot cross it?
Adown the foam and aslant the billows, I cannot tell how many of you have thus perished.
But wait till the heat riots in your body, then you will see the error of your passion.
Though you love flying, you cannot rise: whom, I ask, will you summon to the rescue?
Though you die, yet were you to die ten thousand, thousand times, the others would not bear fruit of repentance:
Their desire being so fierce, they would follow, as before, in aid of their fierce captains.
Would you could, like a butterfly, awake from your dream! Then would the flowers also be conscious of their transience.
Ah! Let me fly away!
Then, though the world be flowers, flowers, yet what is that to me?