English Rendering
A peerless belle from the capital,
Why drift like willow down to this creek shore?
Silken slippers peep from her raven socks—
A nymph from misty waves, nothing more.
Red lips may smile,
But dark brows ever frown.
With whom will she share this lonely spring?
Unused to sleeping without her mate,
She melts into a wisp of cloud
Above the western tower at evening.
