- 《無情眼》 Passionless eyes
Passionless eyes cannot avail to watch your carriage on its way.
My tear-spray falls like rain: I am loth to lean against the street-door.
A true heart is like clear water.
There is no end to my scroll-work broidery: there is no end to my blood-writ letters.
The parting-time, now come, urges me to give you this brief behest:
‘My lord, for all the glories of Peking, yet think of your old home.’
To-day my glass of water-wine is mixed with tears.
My lord, risk tipsiness!
‘Twere well you gave merriment free scope in brief converse and laughter with me.
Still must I be reborn with you in the world to come such as are those twin fish who have but one pair of eyes.