Nalan Xingde: O The Most Pitiful Thing In The Sky Is The Poor Moon -- 納蘭性德 辛苦最憐天上月，一夕如環，夕夕都成玦。 Poem by Frank Yue

TUNE: DIE LIAN HUA - Butterflies Romancing Flowers
-- Nalan Xingde (1655－1685）
-- Translated by Frank C Yue

O The most pitiful thing in the sky is the poor Moon --
Once a month, she is full and bright like a piece of jade round.
But all other nights, to be waning or waxing she's found.
Like the clear dear Moon, you were all chaste and loving indeed.
I would freeze myself to drive away your feverish heat.

Alas, What mere mortals can do against their destiny?
O It was so easy for our secular union to cease!
The swallows still come and land on the curtain hooks with ease.
Bird-songs o'er your grave: Autumn's gone, but not my sorrows at this hour!
I'd love to identify our Two Butterflies in the flowers.


【蝶戀花】 清 • 納蘭性德

辛苦最憐天上月，
一夕(昔) 如環，夕夕(昔昔) 都成(長如) 玦。
若似月輪終皎潔，
不辭冰雪爲卿熱。

無那(奈) 塵緣(鍾情) 容易絕。
燕子依然，軟踏簾鈎說。
唱罷秋墳愁未歇，
春叢認取雙棲蝶。