| 卜算子 • 咏梅 | Ode to plum blossoms (to the tune "The Diviner") |
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驿外断桥边， 寂寞开无主。 已是黄昏独自愁， 更着风和雨。 |
By the shattered bridge they open, lonely, free. Not just evening causes pain: also, wind and rain. |
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无意苦争春， 一任群芳妒。 零落成泥碾作尘， 只有香如故。 |
Innocent, they sit where others yearn to be; fallen, broken, in the mud, only scent remains. |
