English Rendering
Over the west pavilion clouds of ink pass by,
Dragging heavy drops towards the sunset sky.
Yangtse River runs eastward in waves of white,
Taking with it the last breath of cloudy climes.
Along the banks willows bow to the golden light
That touch curtain hooks to shimmer and shine.--
All sweetly tuned for a lushy venue of delight, --
a blooming garden and freshly filtered wines.
My beauty has a smile like the starry night.
The silver moon hides away, now pale and shy.
Her singing is like gentle whispers of the night.
Her fair fan in hand soothes my moody mind.
To River South my peers in endless fight right:
Such fun in Yangzhou I wouldn’t change for thine.
