Spurned By The World

By nature fair as an orchid

With talents to match an immortal

Yet so eccentric all marvel at her

To her rich food stinks

Silken raiment is vulgar and loathsome

She knows not superiority fosters hatred

For the world despises too much purity

By the dim light of an old shrine

She will fade away

Her powder and red chamber

Her youth and beauty wasted

To end despite herself

Defiled on the dusty road

Even as flawless white jade

Dropped in thе mud

In vain young scions of noble houses will sigh for her

In vain young scions of noblе houses will sigh for her