Hung Yi-nan /tr. by Karen Chung
Up on his stick horse he jumps for a ride
To visit the home of his future bride.
Father-in-law is not at home,
Mother is gardening and not at home,
Their little girl is all alone.
Fair skin, black hair, a flower on one side;
A way from his glance she tries to hide.
Mother returns and says to the lad,
"Hurry home, hurry home, and go find your dad;
Tell him to pick a lucky day For you to take your bride away."