Watching the Tidal Bore (Auspicious Partridge)
- Poetry of Su Shi

In the shade of blue hills small red flags undulate,

You are sons of the Southerners treading waves green.

Clapping your hands,you laugh at the drunk magistrate;

In unison,you vie to sing “Goddess Marine”.

Sails have just lowered down in the Ferry Xixing;

Atop Yupu hills the sun begins to decline.

If you want to see the tide fall,what will you sing?

It's your magistrate's song before a cup of wine.