The Lantern Festival Night by Su WeidaoThe light is brightly, tonight the no-go area is opening.The horse gallop that stirred up the dust,the moon seemed to follow the people.The young singing girls look more beautiful, they walk and sing songs.The capital guards does not work tonight, the drum will not urge the people back home.
Dongfeng night flower trees, more blowing down, stars such as rain. BMW carvings full of incense road. Feng sound moving, jade pot light turn, night fish dragon dance.
Er er snow willow gold wisp, smile words ying ying faint sweet go. Many in search of him, suddenly look back, the man is in, lights dim.
the lantern festival night - to the tune of green jade tableby xin qiji
(1)
one night's east wind adorns a thousand trees with flowersand blows down stars in showers.fine steeds and carved cabs spread fragrance end route;music vibrates from the flute;the moon sheds its full lightwhile fish and dragon lanterns dance all night.
in gold-thread dress, with moth or willow ornaments,giggling, she melts into the throng with trails of scentsbut in the crowd once and againI look for her in vain.when all at once i turn my head,I find her there where lantern light is dimly shed.
(2)
the east wind at night has flowered a thousand trees,bringing showers of glowing stars down streets,fleeting our scented chariots and stately steeds.phoenix-cooing flutes resounding,jade-pot-flashing lanterns revolving,dolphins and dragons are dancing away--all night long it’s bright as day.
see the grain moths silver, the tassels golden?see the snow-clad willow twigs of the maidenspassing with laughter gurgling, fragrance floating?far and near, among the crowds surging,tens of thousands of rounds for one I’ve been searching;only on a glance cast backward do I behold:there she is, where lights are burning so low!
(3)
night lights a thousand trees in bloom,a shower of stars blown.by the east wind,ornate carriages drawn by gallant horses.filled the boulevards with a sweet fragrance,voice of the magic flute flowing.luster of the jade white urn turning,all night the fishes and the dragons danced.
butterflies, willows, charms of gold,gone -- that angelic laughter, that subtle perfume,in the crowds for her I’d searched a thousand times.perchance I turned.and there she was,where lights were few and dim.