die jungen Damen
hübsch und unnahbar
mit Blumen im Haar
in roter Seide
von Düften umwölkt
Rouge auf den Wangen

die Männer gaffen
sehen nichts andres
lecken die Lippen
gierige Köter
schnappen ins Leere
dumm vor Verlangen

bald sind die Schönen
graue Gespenster
wir Männer aber
sind in unseren
Hundeherzen auf
ewig gefangen

儂家暫下山
入到城隍裏
逢見一羣女
端正容貌美
頭戴蜀樣花
燕脂塗粉膩
金釧鏤銀朵
羅衣緋紅紫
朱顏類神仙
香帶氛氳氣
時人皆顧盼
癡愛染心意
謂言世無雙
魂影隨他去
狗齩枯骨頭
虛自舐脣齒
不解返思量
與畜何曾異
今成白髮婆
老陋若精魅
無始由狗心
不超解脫地

One day I left the Mountains
and entered the city gate
and saw a group of girls
their noble an lovely faces
with flowered hairdos of Shu
rouge from Yen powder and oil
golden bracelets chased with silver
sheerest silks of red and purple
their rose-colored cheeks were like an immortal’s
their perfume trailed in clouds
the men all turned to look
infatuation darkened their minds
thinking the world had no equals
their hearts and shadows followed behind
dogs gnawing on dry bones
licking their teeth and lips in vain
not knowing how to reflect
how were they different from beasts
and now the girls are white-haired crones
old mean and ghostly
it’s always due to their dog hearts
men don’t ever get free

(Han Shan, fl. 730-850. The collected songs of Cold Mountain / translated by Red Pine. Port Townsend, Washington 2000. 151f., 168)