I lost my proud poplar, and you your willow;
Poplar and willow spiralled to the heaven of heavens;
Wu Kang, when asked what he had to offer,
Presented them with cassia wine.
II
The lonely Goddess in the moon
Spreads her ample sleeves
To dance for these good souls
In the endless sky;
Of a sudden comes word of the Tiger's defeat on Earth,
And they break into tears of torrential rain.
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