Li Shangyin: Spring Silkworms Spin Till Death, Running Out Of Yearning Thread 李商隱 春蠶到死絲方盡﹐ 蠟炬成灰淚始乾。 Poem by Frank Yue

WU TI: UNTITLED (a k a To One Unnamed III)
-- Li Shangyin（c.813 - c.858）
-- Translated by Frank C Yue

'Twas hard when we last met, meeting again is bleak;
Hundreds of flowers are falling in this east wind weak.
Spring silkworms spin till death, running out of yearning thread;
Burning candles weep, till no more tears they can shed.
At dawn, mirror would show her sad cloud-hair graying;
'Neath the moon, she would feel cold while poems reciting.
From here, the Enchanted Isle can't be far away --
O Bluebird, go and tell me what she has to say!


【無題】 唐 • 李商隱

相見時難別亦難﹐ 東風無力百花殘。
春蠶到死絲方盡﹐ 蠟炬成灰淚始乾。
曉鏡但愁雲鬢改﹐ 夜吟應覺月光寒。
蓬萊此去無多路﹐ 青鳥殷勤為探看。