（古詞英譯）减字木兰花 - 李清照 (revised version)

A Verse by Li Qing-zhao

From a peddler’s tray of bamboo,

I pick up a budding spring sprig, in rosy hue...

Moist with a faint teary trace,

Aglow with a dawn’s dewy lace.

Afeard my lord mote chance to view -

The flower may appear much fairer than I do ...

The sprig, aslant in my hair, I place,

For him to compare, who holds more grace...

Revised by Ziyuzile

17/03/2025