A silver candle's autumnal glow is cold on the painted screen. A small fan of light gauze flaps at the drifting fireflies. On the Heavenly Stairs the dim night is as cool as water. She lies and watches the stars of the Herdboy and the Weaving Girl.
銀燭秋光冷畫屏，輕羅小扇撲流螢；天階夜色涼如水，臥看牽牛織女星。