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To the Tune of Mo Shan Xi: On Plum Blossoms
No leaden cosmetics or powder upon her face.
Beyond the bamboo, a single bough slants bright,
Like a beauty at dusk in the chill of night.
In the twilight courtyard, her pure scent drifts wide,
While fine winds whisper and snowflakes softly slide,
And worse are the paths by the riverside.
Her sparse shadow lingers beside the pale moon,
Where dreams drift away to a heartbreaking swoon.
When her fruit turns yellow in the coming days,
She must weather the drizzle that dims and delays.
A solitary blossom throughout her whole span,
She feeds every sorrow a sensitive man,
Till Dongyang grows thin from his lovesick pain—
Oh, flower, do you know of this heart and its strain?
竹外一枝斜,想佳人、天寒日暮。
黃昏小院,無處著清香,風細細,雪垂垂,何況江頭路。
月邊疏影,夢到消魂處。
結子欲黃時,又須著、廉纖細雨。
孤芳一世,供斷有情愁,銷瘦卻,東陽也,試問花知否。
Outside the bamboo one branch slants, imagining the beautiful person, weather cold sun twilight.
Dusk small courtyard, no place holding clear fragrance, wind fine fine, snow drooping drooping, how much more the river head road.
Beside the moon sparse shadows, dreams arrive at the soul-melting place.
Forming fruit about to yellow time, again must bear, continuous fine rain.
Solitary fragrance one lifetime, supplies completely affectionate sorrow, emaciating indeed, Dongyang also, try to ask flowers know whether.