Tune: “Spring in Jade Pavilion”
Written on Cold Food Day
The Southerners in dragon-boats contest in speed,
Fair maidens on the bamboo seats swing to and fro.
And picking flowers, the women linger in the meadow,
Treading the green afield, townspeople come and go.
The floating clouds blown off, dim is the distant hill;
Flute-songs are hushed, deserted gardens quiet.
Steeped in pure moonlight, the middle court is still;
Without a shadow, the willow-downs run riot.