English Rendering
How could grass be so green?O Spring
Enters the fairy stream,
Where countless peach blooms beam,
And on the branch of the tree golden orioles sing.
I try to find a way through the flowers so gay,
Straight into clouds so white
To breathe a rainbow bright,
But I'm afraid in the depth of the flowers in my view,
My sleeves would be wet with rosy dew.
I sit on a stone and
Lean on a pillow of jade,
A tune on golden lute is played.
Where is the poet of the fairyland?
Who would drink up with me my spiral cup?
I come to seek for the immortal's trace,
Not for the rouged lips and powdered face.
Why should I long,long croon?
Drunk,I would dance downhill soon,
Followed by the bright moon.
