I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
The meaning of this poem is: Plum blossoms don’t want to fight for beauty and favor, and they don’t care about Baihua’s jealousy and rejection. Even though they have withered, been crushed into soil, and turned into dust, the plum blossoms still emit wisps of fragrance as usual.