So-fei gathering flowers

In a dress of gauzy fabric

Of the "Lien" leaf's emerald hue

So-fei glides among the lilies

Sprinkled with the morning dew.

Rose-hued are the lotus blossoms,

Rose-hued, too, the maiden's cheeks;

Is it So-fei's form I follow,

Or the flowers she seeks?

Now I hear a song arising

From the lotus bowers,

Which distinguishes the maiden

From her sister flowers.