Spring wind, proud rider!
a youth from Wu-ling;
warm sun, West Lake, third month of the year.
Winds and strings play on water,
this market of orioles and flowers!
Those who don't know music never visit here,
perfect for songs, perfect for wine,
perfect for poetry.
Mountains washed by rain:
dark eyebrows, knit.
Willows trailing mist:
piled silken hair.
How truly beautiful, this Hsi Shih,
fresh from her long sleep.