The painted screen is chilled in silver candlelight, She uses a silken fan to catch passing fireflies. The steps seem steeped in water when cold grows the night, She lies watching heart-broken stars shed tears in the skies.
After fresh rain in mountains bare, Autumn permeates evening air. Among pine trees bright moonbeams peer, Over crystal stones flows water clear. Bamboos whisper of washer-maids, Lotus stirs when fishing boat wades. Though fragrant spring may pass away, Still here's the place for you to stay.