牡丹 – 蘇軾
小槛徘徊日自斜,只愁春尽委泥沙。
丹青欲写倾城色,世上今无扬子华。
The Peony by Su Shi
Along the fence I pace, the sun slants low,
Afeard spring’s grace sinks into soil below.
All painters fain would seize such beauty true,
Ah, on earth *Zi-hua liveth not — my woe!
Tr. Ziyuzile
25/08/2025
(To be revised)