English Rendering
By the day East Town's scenery brightens,
Rippling waters like wrinkled silk travellers' boats invite.
Over green willows veiled by mist float morning clouds,
Apricot trees with red blossoms bustle with vernal vitality.
There is little joy but ever more regrets in life,
Who would in order to save a thousand pounds of gold forsake a lady's smile ?
Allow me to raise your chalice for you to hold on to sunset,
So that it could leave among flowers more twilight.
