A Lowly Flower
BY BAY SIE T’IAO
From the side of a far-spread lake,
Whose waters lave and fertilize,
And all my thirsty tissues slake.
Evolve my glossy emerald leaves;
The colours of my fragrant flower
The rime of early Autumn weaves.
Lest root and stem should be uptorn
By sudden storm or rushing flow,
And leave me helpless and forlorn.
Although a plant of humble birth;
Nor try to soar to realms on high
Above the confines of the earth.
By strength or wisdom changed his fate;
All things are under heaven’s control,
Who allocates to each his state.