English Rendering
Idle morning, close to dawn, we emerge from curtained cages.
Best young tea, East Pavillion, we gaze in all directions.
Looking down on moated walls and then on mountain scenes,
Below we hear the strings and flutes wrapped in river's voices.
Distant bamboo lines a pond like newly sprouted jade.
Fragrant hibiscus beneath the eaves makes me whisper, "pink."
Our desire, boundless, long to sit in the midst of here and now
Grows greater as our rounded fans stir up our own cool breeze.
