English Rendering
Message comes from the south to the end of the sky,
When mumes burst open, spring is nigh.
At dead of night the wind is slight, your fragrance late.
Who knows at dawn your branches bloom at southern gate?
You're envied by powder of the Terrace of Jade;
You waft amid the brows and will not fade.
All my life long I love you with wine cup in hand;
My young heart oldens ten years away from homeland.
