FU YOU
HOU REN
SHI JIU
XIA QUAN
| Multiple poems at a time |
蜉蝣FU YOU
蜉蝣
Cao Feng
The wings of the ephemera,
Are robes, bright and splendid.
My heart is grieved; --
Would they but come and abide with me!
The wings of the ephemera,
Are robes, variously adorned.
My heart is grieved; --
Would they but come and rest with me!
The ephemera bursts from its hole,
With a robe of hemp like snow.
My heart is grieved; --
Would they but come and lodge with me!
Translator: James Legge
【Collections】诗经
【Source】 The English translation text was taken from The Chinese Classics, vol. 4 by James Legge (1898) and checked against a reprinted edition by Wen Zhi Zhe chu pan she (Taiwan, 1971). Transliteration of Chinese names in the English translation were converted to