The Precious Lady shakes her pearl pendant;
Ch’ang-o shines with her jade wheel.
The Spirit returns to her spouse in heaven,
And bequeaths her skill to mortals on earth.
The fragrance of flowers and fruit pervade a thousand doors;
The sound of pipes and reeds overflows the neighborhood.
Tomorrow, the “calf’ s-nose” breeches will be hung out in the sun:
Only then will they believe young Juan is poor!