A gauze fan in no end of waving;

Heat recurring after fanned away.

No trace of clouds for myriad miles;

The hot sun hanging in the mid-sky.

Aeolus is fast asleep;

Coolness shut up in his bag.

Golden Crow wields its power;

So intense heat descends on earth.

The dragon king thinks of people,

Riding on dark clouds, comes from east,

Like a black eagle attacking the Golden Crow,

Or an inky canopy covering the fiery altar,

Like Deng and Jiang* in battle, forming phalanxes,

The sable banners unfurling.

The sky and earth steeped in haze;

Streets and alleys in darkness.

Jade Emperor’s feasting his courtiers,

The celestial drums in ceaseless beating.

The thunderclaps shake mountains;

The booming echoes among valleys.

Heavy drumbeats mingled with soft ones

Gradually stop after sudden drumming.

A candle of thousand meters high also lit,

Shining over myriad homes below.

Suppose it’s a drawn Qinghong** sword,

Shoved at the eagle in clouds,

Among which electric snakes dance,

Illumining the heavenly vault bright.

Drunk, the emperor gives away gifts,

As myriad bushels of pearls pouring;

Like crystal goblets broken into tiny bits

That plunge in crystalline torrents.

As if the Celestial River is overflowing,

Falling from heaven in water sheets,

Mixed with thousand silver threads down hovering,

Among myriad strings of pearls in screens hanging.

The giant candle is illuminant

Like silvery fireworks in brilliance

On the night of Lantern Festival

As people shooting them into the sky.

Houses concealed in smoky smog;

High peaks surrounded by foggy vapor.

The distant forest seen in haze;

Pavilions washed in heavy rains.

Suppose the incense in imperial burner

Wafting down in mists from heavenly palace.

Everything looks hazy;

The scenery also dimmed.

The celestial lamp’s off at last;

The drums scarcely sound.

Dancing and singing must have ended;

Jade Emperor must have returned.

Emptying all water of EastSea in rains,

The dragon king thinks of returning.

The black eagle can’t withstand the blows,

Escaping west, having lost its former prowess.

Aeolus is startled out of his dream,

Letting out breezes from his bag.

Coolness spreads from among the green trees;

Heat diminishes in the blue vault.

Fairies untie colorful girdles,

And hang them in a curve in the azure sky,

Also using a sky-high brush

To craw the seven-colored rainbow.

As breezes invite me to go out,

I take a stroll toward the east of the garden.

Thanks for the offer of coolness,

I unbutton my shirt and bare my chest.