A Plum Tree （to the tune of Bu Suan Zi）

by Lu You (1125 - 1210)

By the wrecked bridge outside the post-stop,

Blossoms of a plum tree without anyone's care.

To her loneliness at sunset,

Are added the miseries of foul weather.

She doesn't want to lead others in prettiness,

And ignores enemies of all.

Yet her fragrance will remain,

Even when her fallen petals are ground into dust.