by Kao Ch‘i
Its radiance bursts forth in summer’s bright light,
In clusters nestling along the dense green shade.
Evenings, it droops like the common hibiscus.
But blazes at noon with the pomegranate flowers.
A subtle scent spreads across our mat,
Afresh splendor shines upon our feast.
When all the other flowers have bid us farewell.
This last survivor now rouses our pity.