帕布莉卡这首诗属女诗人鱼玄机后期作品。这首诗以残败的牡丹花自况。没有人赏识她高贵美丽。“卖”字极为伤感，主动兜售都无人问津，一腔忿限倾泄而出，读来荡气回肠，感人至深。
鱼玄机·《卖残牡丹》
临风兴叹落花频，芳意潜消又一春。
应为价高人不问，却缘香甚蝶难亲。
红英只称生宫里，翠叶那堪染路尘。
及至移根上林苑，王孙方恨买无因。
Selling Leftover Peonies
Yu Xuanji
Heaving a sign in the wind,
the flower petals keep falling;
when vernal feelings have faded away,
again there comes the spring.
Is it because the price is high
that no one has inquired?
It seems the fragrance is so strong
that butterflies cannot approach!
Such crimson blossoms are only fit
to grow on palace grounds;
how could the emerald leaves
endure the dust of the road?
Once they’ve been planted
In a royal garden,
The scions of nobility
will have no way to buy them.
（Bannie Chow, Thomas Cleary 译）
Selling Wilted Peonies
Yu Xuanji
I sigh into the wind at how often the flowers fall;
Their tender feelings melt away unseen: another spring gone by.
It must be because their price is so high that no one wants them,
And because their scent is so strong that butterflies won’t love them.
These red blooms are fit to grow only within the palace:
How can their jade-green leaves bear to be sullied by the dust of the road?
When, at last, their roots are transplanted to the Imperial Park,
Then, my dear prince, you will regret that they are no longer for sale.
（Jennifer Carpenter 译）
