The parrots come, they cross the river waters of Wu.

The island in the river is called Parrot Island.

The parrots are flying West to the Dragon Mountain.

There are sweet grasses on the island, and how green, green, are its trees!

The mists part and one can see the leaves of the spear-orchid, and its scent is warm on the wind;

The water is embroidered and shot with the reflections of the peach-tree blossoms growing on both banks.

Now indeed does the departing official realize the full meaning of his banishment.

The long island—the solitary moon—facing each other in the brightness.