English Rendering
The east wind raises a fine dust on the pathways, Excursionists are glad to enjoy new year's pleasure.
People may drink by the roadside as they have leisure, Short wheat are not afraid of the wheels of the chaise.
Townsfolk are tired of living within city wall, They make much noise on leaving their house in the morn.
Songs and drums jar the hills and shake trees, grass and thorn; Picnic baskets invite tame birds, crows, kites and all.
Who is there drawing round a crowd, barring the ways?
It is a Taoist priest who sells his charms and says:"Buy my charms and your cocoon will sure grow as big As a jar and your sheep as a pig."
Passers-by may not believe in his words so fine, They buy charms anyway to consecrate the spring.
The priest gets money and goes to a shop of wine, Drunken, he boasts his charms are wonder-working thing.
