The lotus scatters its plump ripples

As the morning dew falls,

Veins red as blood

By the sparkling pool of Huaching Palace

Threading the heavens beyond the distant utility poles.

A beauty, fair as a flower,

Amidst green hills and verdant leaves,

Blushes fading beneath their shade,

Emerging like a dream from the silent pits of Qin's terracotta warriors,

Driving August’s haze as if by command,

With a thousand riders and ten thousand chariots—or perhaps,

The ceaseless tide of people, each with their fleeting battles.

I struggled against the will of this beauty,

Only to collapse at last on a shaded bench by a public restroom.

In the opening and closing of my eyes,

A fleeting moment of sleep,

How much collective effort have I missed?

As for the startled lady’s cry,

I reply to her "scoundrel" with a gentleman's air,

Sauntering onward,

The hat in hand brushing a few strands of white hair.

莲花在朝露落下时砸散肥白的涟漪，

血色如静脉

丝缕片开华清池旁电杆远支的天外。

一朵如花的美人，

青山绿叶

阴蔽下渐歇的酡红，

从秦俑沉睡的坑里荡出，

白茫茫地驱赶八月

来自各地的万骑千乘。

我与美人的意志顽抗，

最后躺倒在公厕阴凉的长凳。

眼睛一睁一闭的功夫，

错失多少众志的成城。

至于惊叫的女士，

我以绅士回复她的“流氓”，

施施然朝前走去，

脱下的帽接着白发几缕。