The Lantern Festival, to the Tune of Green Jade Bowl

Tonight's east wind blows through blooming flowers on thousands of trees

And even blows down

Showers of stars.

Fine horses, carved carriages, and fragrance fill the roads.

The sound of magic flutes flows, the lighted jade urns turn.

All night the fishes and the dragons dance.

Butterflies, snowy willows and golden threads

Chortle away with light, sweet smells.

I've been searching for her hundreds of times in the crowds,

Then suddenly I look round,

There the person is,

In a dimly-lit spot.