BY PAN CHIEH-YÜ
Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white,As white, as clear, even as frost and snow.Perfectly fashioned into a fan,Round, round, like the brilliant moon,Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in—Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it.How often I fear the Autumn Season's comingAnd the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat.Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone;Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off.
Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white,As white, as clear, even as frost and snow.Perfectly fashioned into a fan,Round, round, like the brilliant moon,Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in—Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it.How often I fear the Autumn Season's comingAnd the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat.Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone;Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off.
Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white,As white, as clear, even as frost and snow.Perfectly fashioned into a fan,Round, round, like the brilliant moon,Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in—Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it.How often I fear the Autumn Season's comingAnd the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat.Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone;Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off.
Glazed silk, newly cut, smooth, glittering, white,
As white, as clear, even as frost and snow.
Perfectly fashioned into a fan,
Round, round, like the brilliant moon,
Treasured in my Lord's sleeve, taken out, put in—
Wave it, shake it, and a little wind flies from it.
How often I fear the Autumn Season's coming
And the fierce, cold wind which scatters the blazing heat.
Discarded, passed by, laid in a box alone;
Such a little time, and the thing of love cast off.