English Rendering
On Lantern Festival by riverside at night,
The moon frost-white
Shone on the beauties fair and bright.
Fragrance exhaled and music played under the tent,
The running horses raised no dust on the pavement.
Now I am old in lonely hillside town,
Drumbeats and flute songs up and down
Are drowned in prayers amid mulberries and lost.
The lantern fires put out, dew falls with frost.
Over the fields dark clouds hangs low:
It threatens snow.
