English Rendering
To the wild north we go,
galloping on shallow ripples,
winding streams, ponds and pools,
for a feast of early spring views.
With wine came many toasts.
Cheers of joy went over the moon.
Long sleeves dance in the breeze.
Subtle scent swirls the hair loops.
On flying geese the sunset softly glows.
Soon the crystal sky reclaims quietude.
Home we go, but one stays behind, alone,
Watching us cross a bridge for a light pool.
En. trans. by Julia Min
