Shadows of the willows, came gleaming blossoms and another hamlet

Laugh not that the wine, positioned on the altar by agrarian households at the conclusion of Lunar New Year, is turbid.

There are copious poultry and nursling swine for the visitors at the conclusion of a plentiful year.
Over many mountains and waters, I had my doubts that I could discover the road.
Then out of the shadows of the willows, came gleaming blossoms and another hamlet.
The sound of woodwinds and tympani grow more intense as I draw near the springtime commune.
Their habiliment is austere, conserving an ancient timbre.
And now, if they permit me to relax in the moonlight,

I will walk with my cane, and rap on each threshold throughout the dark hours.