驛外斷橋邊，寂寞開無主。     

Beside the broken bridge and outside the post, a flower is blossoming forlorn.

已是黃昏獨自愁，更著風和雨。

Saddened by solitude at sunset, she is bracing the elements alone.   

無意苦爭春，一任群芳妒。 

During springtime she is unwilling to gain the spotlight, just letting others wait and see. 

零落成泥碾作塵，只有香如故。

Till fallen to mud and ground to dust, the air is still filled with her fragrance.