The plums are falling on the ground,
And most of them are still hanging.
If you do like me,
Then don’t let go your good chance.
The plums are falling and falling,
And only a few are left hanging.
If you do like me,
Then do not hesitate now.
The plums are all fallen on the ground,
We must gather them in a basket.
If you do like me,
Then please tell me right now.
(From Book of Ode (Compiled by Confucius)
Translated by Laijon Liu 20081210)
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The rose is budding, while she’s blooming, please adore her.
The rose is withering, while she’s fading, please abide with her.
The rose is fallen, and she’s gone, please always remember her.
(There are many odes, and this is one of ode that I like Confucius’s pick.)
Chinese:
摽 有 梅
摽 有 梅 ， 其 實 七 兮 ， 求 我 庶 士 ， 迨 其 吉 兮 。
摽 有 梅 ， 其 實 三 兮 ， 求 我 庶 士 ， 迨 其 今 兮 。
摽 有 梅 ， 頃 筐 塈 之 ， 求 我 庶 士 ， 迨 其 謂 之 。
Laijon Liu
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