| 英譯： |
Do not buy precious scissors—
A thousand dollars will bring no return.
I have sorrow in my heart,
But you cannot cut it.
Do not sharpen the knot-breaking awl—
Your labours will be of no avail.
I have a knot in my guts:
You cannot disentangle it.
Do not dye the silk thread red—
The lovely colour would be proud, yet helpless:
My tears are two strings of beads,
But I know you cannot gather them.
Do not ask me to approach the fire in the red stove:
The heat would oppress me: there would be no result.
I have frost on my temples,
But I know it cannot be thawed.
Scissors cannot cut out the sorrows in the heart,
Awls cannot disentangle knots in guts,
Threads cannot string the beads of tears,
Fire cannot thaw the snow on hairs.
Let us drink the heavenly cup—
All cares and worries cease at once!
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