TUNE: MORNING HORN AND FROSTY SKY

A shadow’s seen

Past window screen.

Who comes to pluck flowers from my trees?

You may pluck what flowers as you please.

I do not know

To whom they’ll go.

Those near the eaves

Are the best among green leaves,

To reach them you’d stand on tiptoe.

I tell you who pluck flowers: Don’t you know

You will look fair,

If you put them aslant your hair?

霜天晓角

人影窗纱，

是谁来摘花？

折则从他折去，

知折去向谁家？

檐牙，

枝最佳。

折时高折些。

说与折花人道：

须插向，

鬓边斜。