English Rendering
The palace maids love the fair fragrant trees;
They cut out flowers rivalling flowers early to blow.
When cold is o’er, the use of scissors will cease;
When spring appears, their silken works will grow.
With tender stems their hair-like filaments roll;
Their scented pistils are made of silk white.
Their slender branches are happy in their role
To bend o’er the marble steps in the palace bright.
