To the Tune of “Xiao Lou Fang”
The Lord’s Pleasure
No one asks what is the Lord’s pleasure,
The mood of the plum, proudly alone.
Watch it by day-joy to the ends of Heaven
When night returns
Its color has no place to bide.
The curtain of night is vast, vast,
Oh, when will it end?
When will it end?
The Lord’s pleasure,
A golden cock cries at the dawning of day,
Resplendent colored clouds of morning,
A place of music and song,
The brilliance of the clouds encircles ten-thousand miles,
Ah, ten-thousand miles,