What poems are there about the red spider lily? A collection of classic verses
The red spider lily is also called dragon's claw flower, crow garlic, garlic-headed grass, ghost fire torch, ghost flower, hell flower, and so on. Legend says it is a flower that blooms in the underworld, cursing people never to be together in life after life. There are also many poems and verses describing the red spider lily. Now let us enjoy them together!
"Buddhist Scriptures"
The red spider lily blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years; flower and leaf never meet.
Love is not ruled by cause and effect; fate determines life and death.
"Complete Tang Poems"
Tang Dynasty · Anonymous
The red spider lily blooms, blooming on the other shore; the heartbreak grass grieves, grieving till the heart breaks.
Before the Bridge of Helplessness, what can be done? Before the Three-Life Stone, three lives are fixed.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers · Red Spider Lily"
The red spider lily blooms, blooming on the other shore; alone weeping in the netherworld, the flower is bright but the one does not return.
Enduring parting from the mortal world, who will remember again? All along the Yellow Springs road, tearful eyes congeal.
Leaves fall, flowers bloom, the flower alone is bright; life after life in reincarnation, flower and leaf vainly grieve in love.
Do not sigh that human souls are dim; how can one know that life and death pity each other from afar!
"Red Spider Lily"
In the bustling mortal world, among clouds and mud and seas of people, the two gaze across the Magpie Bridge crossing.
In a snap of the fingers, life and death, how many rounds of dawn and dusk, at the dusk of the three evil paths.
Flowers bloom and leaves fall, in red and white, obsessive love is hard to keep.
Leaves fall and become soil, flowers bloom in a few clusters, vast and dim, countless tears.
At the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po urges drinking; for how many lives has there been no looking back.
Laughing and crying through vicissitudes, following each other in the Yellow Springs, Buddhist meditation is hard to cross.
In Avici, the soul falls; the seven emotions' spirit remains; at the ford of delusion, how can one awaken.
Reincarnation is sorrowful and bitter, the netherworld is hard to intoxicate, walking alone with no road home.
"Manjusaka"
Still remembering childhood sweethearts, love had not yet begun to sprout.
Just as my heart's flower first bloomed, you had already gone far to the ends of the world.
The threads of love bloomed until the end, turning into the red flower of the other shore.
And now you have returned, but I have exhausted my youth.
"Grieving the Memory of a Cluster of Red Spider Lilies"
A short journey, short fortune, short life; long hair hanging long, long plain gauze.
In the soup of forgetting, the face grows dim; on the Bridge of Helplessness, the sound of weeping chokes.
Ten thousand wandering souls on the Yellow Springs road; grieving the memory of a cluster of red spider lilies.
Why are leaves and flowers so misaligned in bloom? Deep in the netherworld, ask whose home it is.
"Red Spider Lily"
The flower blooms on the other shore, yet there is no shore; the soul falls into the River of Forgetfulness, yet is still in the river.
Drunk, one does not know the vastness of mist and waves; in dreams, dimly, the lamplight is cold.
Flower and leaf do not meet for a thousand years; as fate ends and fate is born, they dance lightly.
The flower does not understand words, the flower nods; the Buddha ferries my heart, the Buddha sighs in vain.
"Red Spider Lily"
The red spider lily blooms, blooming on the other shore; flowers bloom and leaves fall, never to meet.
Cause and effect fix one life and death; before the Three-Life Stone is the fate of the previous life.
Flower and leaf are born again and again, each missing the other; waiting a thousand years on the Bridge of Helplessness.
A bowl of Meng Po's soup enters the belly; by the banks of the Three Way River, forgetting love is hard.
Sentence after sentence of heartfelt, sincere words of love, passage after passage of half-hidden legends and myths, poem after poem of deeply engraved famous verses passed down through the ages, perfectly interpreting the tragedy of "The red spider lily blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years; flower and leaf never meet. Love is not ruled by cause and effect; fate determines life and death."