- 《三生債》 A debt of three lives
In the world of flowers, aye of flowers, prithee, how were we twin-born?
And since we were twin-born in this place, why do we ever and ever turn one from the other?
In fine playthings of rouge and powder will, like green garments, alter at the last;
Therefore I am loth to plant passion’s root in the snow-frozen earth.
How could I think that fibre-tied, though root-broken, I should be bound through three lives to my love-debts,
Till thus I am entangled by wanton toils in yonder Willow Lane and Flower Street.
Albeit you like the wild stork, and I like the grey sea-gull, we bore ourselves in no vulgar wise?
‘Tis ever the teal that rely hen-bird on cock-bird, as the clouds on water.
Yet I have held but dull intercourse with you; my passion I have cast into the high seas.
How could I think that my heart’s blood would in a moment surge up as a flood? Tell me, how can I feel myself?
Withal, I cannot quit my old love and my new joy.
Ah! truly there is no ending.
Yes, ’twere best that reborn in the world to come, I stood beside you at corner of ocean and at verge of sky.