Lyrics to the Melody of Butterflies Chasing Flowers
- Poetry of Yan Shu

Next to groves of trees wind labyrinthine balustrades,

In the breeze willows their golden strands spread.

Who can tune up the strings along the jadeite zither neck?

Off flit a pair of petrels through the drapes.

Before my eyes catkins fall and willow sprigs sway,

Apricot trees blooming red and a spell of drizzle the vernal equinox manifest.

From a deep slumber I wake as orioles tweets and chirps make,

Startling and shattering sweet dreams that I know not where to locate.