海棠诗

宝玉

秋容浅淡映重门，七节攒成雪满盆。

出浴太真冰作影，捧心西子玉为魂。

晓风不散愁千点，宿雨还添泪一痕。

独倚画栏如有意，清砧怨笛送黄昏。

Begonia 

By Baoyu 

Pale autumn lustre shines on the gate,

Seven-knot bamboos grow on snowy plate.

Fresh from bath Taizhen's silhouette stays on ice,

Holding her bosom the fragile spirit of Xizi is like a jade.

Morning breezes couldn't drive away those sorrows,

Night rain adds cold tears in one more trace.

Leaning alone against fine handrails,

Sad flute with verses sees the setting sun fade.