1. I called upon the morning breeze at dawn
He rose with sleep still in his eyelids

2. Circling us with cups like stars
Some scattered, some still clustered

3. The hands of the south winds spread out parasols
Shading the air, while green upon the ground

4. The rainbow colors them with red
On green amidst yellow in brilliant white

5. Like cheeks' braids came in tresses
Dyed, some shorter than the others

6. Amidst the black some traces left by the dark
A flash of white bewilders the eyes of white