The Statue of the Weaver Girl by K'un-ming Lake
Made of a single portion of lovely K'un-ming stone,
Ever through endless ages as Weaver Maiden known,
Dazzling, glinting, flashing, starlike it seems to sway,
Floating as if in beauty o'er limpid waves away.
Graceful its robe the mosses sprinkle with spots of green.
Like to the sound of its shuttle murmurs the lake between.
Clouds on the shore entwining moisten its wreathing hair.
Moonbeams play on the beaches curved like its eye-brows fair.
Sweetly its face is smiling on beautiful lotus flowers.
Heedless it stands. The seagulls fear not its silent powers.
Clear its outline as if shown in a mirror bright.
(Dream of the sculptor's vision, bride of the perfect night!) 1
1. The last line of the translation does not appear in the Chinese text.
（W. J. B. Fletcher 译）