Reflection of twin cranes and moon over the sky, Clear pond through to the bottom mirrors red, Suspect perched on naked tree branch tip, In a blink of an eye, unexpectedly no imprint.

Eyes full of Autumn chrysanthemum, village along river side, Reed flowers on two shores, inverted reflection sinks, Handful of water, the moon is in hand, No need to fly thousand of miles to reach.

Eagerly diligently collect hundred nectars of flowers, Use up whole lifetime till death, can be expected, Do not know working hard for whom, A life of fatigue, flying to branches high and low. Come back! Come back! All must not separate from souls!

Orioles depart valley, voice like double reed, When you are calling then I listen, A cup of cleansing tea wakes one up from hangover, In order not to recognize thief as father, messed up the real.