To 安娜多丽雅
　　I think the gods of heaven can be compared with,
　　Able to sit with you face to face,
　　Listening to you is this very heart of joy,
　　So sweet:
　　Moving to hear the laughter, so my heart
　　In the beating of my chest so restless,
　　When I look at you, Boluo He, my lips
　　Unable to pronounce the sound,
　　Ningzhu my tongue, and a warm fire
　　Suddenly slip past from my skin,
　　My eyes can not see anything, my ears
　　Packing by the noise,
　　I felt sweat, whole body shiver,
　　I turned pale, even more than grass weakness,
　　If I had almost broken breath,
　　The occasion of the dying.
　　Translated by Yang Xianyi
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　　Did not hear a word she said
　　Frankly, I'd rather die
　　When she left, she was a long time to
　　Cry; she said to me
　　"This parting must be
　　Endured, Sappho. I went to, not voluntary "
　　I said: "Go, Come alive
　　But remember (you clearly know)
　　Leave your people wearing chains of love
　　If you forget me, think about
　　We are dedicated to Intuit's gift A brush Luodi
　　And that we all share the sweet
　　Violet hair and all those
　　Around the head you're young
　　A string of Rosebud, dill and saffron
　　Spreading fragrance of myrrh in your
　　Head and a soft mat, young girls
　　And their favorite people together
　　Without our voices
　　There is no chorus, if
　　No song, no flowering trees.
　　Rollo Translation
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　　Joseph Addison, Secretary, you might think
　　Joseph Addison, Secretary, you might think
　　Even the first Secretary in the sand
　　We will always remember 安娜多丽雅
　　Think of the days over here, when
　　For her, you like a goddess
　　Embodiment of her best songs you Yiyue
　　Now, she Lydian women in the middle
　　The most outstanding, just as long with pink Xianzhi's
　　Moon rises in the evening, so she
　　Dull around stars
　　The glory of her, covered with
　　Salty ocean and the open heart of the field
　　Nectar dripping in fresh
　　Rose, soft thyme
　　And flowering of sweet osmanthus, she
　　Roaming with, thinking of the gentle
　　Joseph Addison, Secretary, in her delicate breast
　　Her heart hung heavy desire
　　She cried out: Come on! God of thousands of ears
　　Repeated this cry, over the
　　Shining sea, reached our ears
　　Rollo Translation
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　　The one I love
　　He was as happy as Happy as gods,
　　A pair of eyes staring at you he can see,
　　He can sit and listen to you whisper verbosity
　　Just like music.
　　Hear you laugh, my heart skips children,
　　Terror in my heart beats like a nuisance;
　　Just look at you, I immediately lost
　　Verbal ability;
　　The tongue becomes ineffective; bite people's feelings
　　The same as the fire burned all over my body,
　　Dark around me; ears thunder;
　　Head roaring.
　　My whole body dripping with sweat; waves Vibrato
　　Through my limbs; my face
　　Whiter than winter grass; eyes see only
　　Death and madness.
　　Zhouxuliangyi
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　　Night
　　No month, seven have been charged,
　　Is midnight,
　　Time passed away and die,
　　I'm still alone on.
　　Fu Jian Translated by water
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　　Twilight
　　Back to the late star
　　Dawn spread out all
　　Back to the sheep, back to the goat
　　Back to the boy returned to my mother
　　Fu Jian Translated by water
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　　Untitled
　　Where, sweet rose?
　　Where, sweet rose?
　　Once gone, can never be recovered
　　I do not revert, I do not re_set_
　　White fly translation