TUNE: SILK-WASHING STREAM

GAZING ON THE FIELDS

The sunrays dart on plains and streams from jade-blue sky;

Barred clouds veil hill on hill, isle on isle far and nigh;

Wild flowers by the side of the creek look still red.

I watch fish leap into the net at islet’s head;

Drunk, leaning on my cane, I croon verse in the brreze;

Warm spring in early winter makes me ill at ease.

浣溪沙

野眺

日射平溪玉宇中，

云横远渚岫重重。

野花犹向涧边红。

静看沙头鱼入网，

闲支藜杖醉吟风，

小春天气恼人浓。