- 《相思結》 The love-knots
The love-knot will never open, for all that you would untie it.
Verily sin and distress were knotted upon me in a former life.
At first I sorely feared that he would not love me;
Today, instead, the very time of deep love is as the pregnant womb of ruin;
Love spent, he hates; hate spent, he loves again.
Love and hate have no certainty, therefore I feel my heart goes dazed.
Like to a man who, driving his ship over the high seas, has driven it to mid-ocean,
I am distant equally to either shore: how can I rejoin my comrade?
Ah! I must be patient!
Even in distress there is happiness at last.
Look you! Though the fairies are so happy, ’tis none so certain that in an instant they can reach the Isles of Bliss.