Magnolia Lyrics
- Poetry of Yan Shu

The pond water is green and the breeze light and genial,

They remind me of the first time I saw her face.

Her singing of the Repetition was like the ringing of jade,

Her dance to the Cleaving symphony whirled petals around her waist.

Outside the raised delicate curtains, below the balustrade by the stairs,

Drunk I am, unaware that the sun has set and the time is late.

Of those that I admired the blossoms with,

Only fewer than half still alive remain.