Lament Of The Autumn Fan秋扇怨

Fresh from the weaver's loom, O silk so white,

　　As clear as frost, as winter snow as bright.

　　Fashioned into a fan, token of love,

　　You are as round as brilliant moon above.

　　In my lord's sleeve when in or out he goes,

　　You wave and shake and a light wind blows.

　　I fear when comes the autumn day,

　　And chilling wind drives summer heat away,

　　You'll be discarded to a lonely place,

　　And with my lord fall into disgrace.

　　秋扇怨(班婕妤)

　　新裂齐纨素,

　　鲜洁如霜雪.

　　裁为合欢扇,

　　团团似明月.

　　出入君怀袖,

　　动摇微风发.

　　常恐秋节至,

　　凉飙夺炎热.

　　弃捐箧笥中,

　　恩情中道绝.