春从天上来·梅花
贺双卿
自笑恹恹，
费半晌春忙，
去省花尖。
玉容憔悴，
知为谁添？
病来分与花嫌。
正腊衣催洗，
春波冷，
素腕愁沾。
硬东风、
枉寒香一度，
新月纤纤。
多情满天坠粉，
偏只累双卿，
梦里空拈。
与蝶招魂，
替莺拭泪，
夜深偷诵《楞严》。
有伤春佳句，
酸和苦，
生死俱甜。
祝花年，
向观音稽首，
掣遍灵签。
Chun cong tianshang lai:
Plum Blossom
He Shuangqing
I laugh at my own sickliness.
I took a moment during the busy spring season
To visit the flowers’ pointed buds.
The haggardness of my jade-like face
Has increased, but for whom?
Since my illness I have grown estranged from the flowers.
Now winter clothes have to be washed,
Yet spring waves are cold,
And my white wrists are soaked in grief.
A stubborn east wind
Uselessly blows cold fragrance for a moment
Beneath a wisp of a new moon.
With so much feeling it drops powder to fill the sky,
But it only brings trouble to Shuangqing,
In dreams trying to grasp it in vain.
I summon its soul with the butterflies
And wipe off tears for the orioles;
Deep in the night I secretly chant the Lankavatara.
I have beautiful lines lamenting spring,
Pain and bitterness,
Life and death are all sweet.
I pray for the flowers’ years.
Bowing to Guanyin, 1
I pull out all the divining slips.
1. Guanyin is the goddess of mercy and compassion in popular Buddhism.
（Grace S. Fong 译）
