She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,
Comparing it to her Adonis' breath,
And says, within her bosom it shall dwell,
Since he himself is reft from her by death:
She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears
Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears.
神女屈身嗅鲜花，
竟似少年味香馨，
收气入胸怀为家，
美男虽去仍在心：
枝节折断青液出，
神女认得是泪珠。
