Jubilant scenes everywhere in the spring hills,
I indulge in enjoying them so much till night steals in.
The moon flickering in the water held in my hands,
My garment smells fragrant and sweet by cressing flowers.
One wouldn't mind the distance for sensory gratification,
Couldn't I get myself away from the charming beauties.
Looking south where the bell is ringing,
I see tower pavilions in the deep of green mountain.
