Green, green, The cypress on the mound. Firm, firm, The boulder in the stream. Man’s life lived within this world, Is like the sojourning of a hurried traveller. A cup of wine together will make us glad, And a little friendship is no little matter. Yoking my chariot I urge my stubborn horses. I wander about in the streets of Wan and Lo. In Lo Town how fine everything is! The “Caps and Belts”[13] go seeking each other out. The great boulevards are intersected by lanes, Wherein are the town-houses of Royal Dukes. The two palaces stare at each other from afar, The twin gates rise a hundred feet. By prolonging the feast let us keep our hearts gay, And leave no room for sadness to creep in.