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Autumn orchids, oh! and flowers sweet
Like silver stars, oh! grow at our feet.
Their leaves are green, oh! and blossoms white;
Fragrance assails us, oh! left and right.
All women have, oh! fair ones they love.
Why are you sad, oh! lonely above?
Autumn orchids, oh! are lush with shoots;
Their leaves so green, oh! with purple roots.
The fair ones fill, oh! the hall with glee.
Why is amorous look, oh! but cast on me?
Wordless you come, oh! wordless you go
As cloud-flags spread, oh! and whirlwinds blow.
None is so sad, oh! as those who part;
Nor so happy, oh! as new sweetheart.
In lotus dress, oh! a belt at the waist,
Suddenly you come, oh! and you go in haste.
At dusk you lodge, oh! on Heaven's plain.
Why on the clouds, oh! should you remain?
I'd bathe with you, oh! in pools divine
And dry your hair, oh! in the sunshine.
But you won't come, oh! and I wait long;
Lost in the wind, oh! I sing a song.
With plumed banners, oh! and peacock canopy,
You grasp Broom Star, oh! to sweep the sky.
You wield long sword, oh! to grasp the young;
You are the one, oh! to right the wrong.