楓林詠嘆調 " Maple Grove Ari "
The mad passionate love with last night's frost
made the maple leaves suddenly turn crimson in shame.
Light green cheeks now flooded with rouge,
overnight the maple girls matured into young women.
Temperature change is a magic wand
cooking up a mountainside of leaves before dawn.
A mass of fresh lobsters and crabs dropped into boiling water?
Dark green suddenly turned into deep red.
Last night the maple trees got drunk on the west wind.
This morning their faces are still flushed.
So many red maples, so many red lanterns hanging on branches,
burn the blue skies of autumn red through and through.
Fire in the maple grove!
But there's no smoke, no heat,
nothing but a picturesque autumn scene.
by William Chan
Translated by Jan W. Walls