西江月·梅花英译

　　The Moon over the West River

　　To the Fairy of Mume Flower

　　Your bones of jade defy miasmal death;

　　Your flesh of snow exhales immortal breath.

　　The sea sprite among flowers often sends to you

　　A golden-eyed, green-feathered cockatoo.

　　Powder would spoil your face;

　　Your lips need no rouge cream.

　　As high as morning cloud you rise with grace;

　　With pear flower you won’t share your dream.