Young girls are gathering lotus-seeds on the pond of Ya.

Seeing a man on the bank, they turn and row away singing.

Laughing, they hide among the lotus-flowers,

And, in a pretence of bashfulness, will not come out.

Many of the young girls of Wu are white, dazzlingly white.

They like to amuse themselves by floating in little boats on the water.

Peeping out of the corners of their eyes, they spurn the Springtime heart.

Gathering flowers, they ridicule the passer-by.