- 《無情語》 Passionless words
Passionless words may warm my lord, yet cannot prevail to turn him back.
Invisible at heaven’s verge is my love, ten thousand miles away.
When toilet proves that the spring of my beauty has grown old, who will still pity me?
In the tavern men count that one spring-season has passed all flowerless.
‘Tis said that the roadside flowers and willow-trees deeply dye men’s thoughts with pity.
My lord, go not in search of the fisherman to question him concerning the ford of Mo-leng.
Though vapour and flowers be transient and of no account;
Still you were best be happy in your lot.
Remember how the constant care of your two parents is centred in your hale vitality.