English Rendering
Snow veils mume blooms, mist clings to willow boughs,
Spring’s first whispers stir the air.
Wild geese depart, orioles yet unseen—
Emerald pools ripple without a care.
We pluck flowers, keep guests drunk with wine,
Reliving last year’s tender cheer.
Golden cups brim, incense curls from jade,
While the crimson sun lingers, slow and dear.