The Tung Mun Che Yang

Where grow the willows near the eastern gate,
And ’neath their leafy shade we could recline,
She said at evening she would me await,
And brightly now I see the day star shine !

Here where the willows near the eastern gate
Grow, and their dense leaves make a shady gloom,
She said at evening she would me await.
See now the morning star the sky illume!