The Moon over the West RiverTo the Fairy of Mume FlowerYour bones of jade defy miasmal death;Your flesh of snow exhales immortal breath.The sea sprite among flowers often sends to youA golden-eyed, green-feathered cockatoo.Powder would spoil your face;Your lips need no rouge cream.As high as morning cloud you rise with grace;With pear flower you won’t share your dream.