Tune: “Screened by Southern Curtain”
I burn an incense sweet
To temper steamy heat.
Birds chirp at dawn beneath the eaves,
Announcing a tine day. The rising sun
Has dried last night’s raindrops on lotus leaves
Which, clear and round, dot water surface. One by one
The lotus blooms stand up with ease
And swing in morning breeze.
My homeland is far away,
When may I return to stay?
My kinsfolk live in South by city wall.
Why should I stay long in the capital?
Will not my fishing friends remember me in May?
In a short-oared light boat, it seems,
I’m back’mid lotus blooms in dreams.