蛾颂
蒲必达译
白蛾饥兮
食彼衣兮
彼之谓曰
将无衣矣
玉蟾之下
我固纵之
尽食其衣
遗我淑女
皎皎
白蛾
怜汝
饥兮
The Hungry Moths
Ronald McCuaig
Poor hungry white moths
That eat my love’s clothing,
Who says very soon
Ye’ll leave her with nothing,
Here under the moon
I make bold to persuade ye,
Ye may eat all her clothes
So ye leave me milady,
Poor
hungry
white
moths.
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