西江月·梅花英译

作者：佚名

The Moon over the West River
To the Fairy of Mume Flower
Your bones of jade defy miasmal death;
Your flesh of snow exhales immortal breath.
The sea sprite among flowers often sends to you
A golden-eyed, green-feathered cockatoo.
Powder would spoil your face;
Your lips need no rouge cream.
As high as morning cloud you rise with grace;
With pear flower you won’t share your dream.