The Tung Mun Che Fun

The white elms by the east gate grow,
And clumps of oaks crown Yuen-k‘ew’s head ;
There Tsze-chung’s daughter oft we see,
Dancing about beneath their shade.

On a bright morning they have fixed,
To seek the plain that southward lies.
Then from her task of twisting hemp,
See! dancing through the mart she hies.

The morning fair, young men and girls
Together go. You hear a youth
Say to his mate, “O sunflower bright,
Pledge me with pepper-stalk your truth !”