In a dress of gauzy fabric
  Of the "Lien" leaf's emerald hue
So-fei glides among the lilies
  Sprinkled with the morning dew.

Rose-hued are the lotus blossoms,
  Rose-hued, too, the maiden's cheeks;
Is it So-fei's form I follow,
  Or the flowers she seeks?

Now I hear a song arising
  From the lotus bowers,
Which distinguishes the maiden
  From her sister flowers.