English Rendering
How fair the lakes and hills of the Southeast land are,
With plains extending wide and far!
How oft, wine-cup in hand, have you been here
That you can make us linger though drunk we appear?
By Sandy River Pond the new-lit lamps are bright.
Who is singing “the water melody” at night?
When I come back, the wind goes down, the bright moon paves
With emerald glass the river waves.
