Chapter 12 Melancholy

Melancholy 1 Oh no.Don't go to Wangchuan, and don't squeeze aconite Roots deep in the soil, that is a cup of poisoned wine, Nor let the queen of hell's ruby ​​grapes-- A kiss of nightshade stamped your pale brow; Do not string your beads with pine nut shells, Don't let the beetle, and the dying moth Be the personification of the soul, and let not the insidious Accompanied by night owl.To reveal the secret of sorrow; For the shadows add up only to make it more distressing, A depressed soul never wakes up. 2 When the melancholy mood suddenly descends, Like weeping clouds from the sky,

Moisturizing the dejected little flowers, April's white mist covers the green hills, Feed your sorrows on the morning rose, The rainbow on the sparkling sea. Or a peony bush full of flowers; Or, if your lover resents you, Argue not, but take her soft hand, Deeply, deeply drink the purity of her beautiful eyes. 3 She dwells with Beauty--beauty, doomed, And joy, always with a finger between my lips, anytime Ready to blow kisses farewell; Adjacent to painful pleasure, As long as the bees come to suck.It becomes poisonous juice. Oh.In the palace where joy dwells, Hidden melancholy has a supreme idol,

Though only the sour fruit of joy has been chewed, Only those with a keen sense of taste can see it, Once the soul touches the strength of her sorrow, Get caught immediately.Suspended on the Baiyun Monument. (Translated by Wang Jianzhao)