Guan! Guan! Cry the fish hawks on sandbars in the river: a mild-mannered good girl, fine match for the gentleman.

A ragged fringe is the floating-heart, left and right we trail it: that mild-mannered good girl, awake, asleep, I search

for her.

I search but cannot find her, awake, asleep, thinking of her, endlessly, endlessly, turning, tossing from side to side.

A ragged fringe is the floating-heart, left and right we pick it: the mild-mannered good girl, harp and lute make friends

with her.

 A ragged fringe is the floating-heart, left and right we sort it: the mild-mannered good girl, bell and drum delight her.