English Rendering
Pastel chrysanthemum buds
shine like newly dyed silk
distant mountains
lounge in the sunset mist
a cool wind stirs
the great green trees
a clear song throbs
in the vermilion lute
pining for her husband
she spins to make brocade
he's stationed beyond the Great Wall,
under the open sky
wild geese, fly there fast
fish, go through the waters
they need your comings and goings
to carry precious letters.
