⁠⁠We go to the Golden Palace:
⁠⁠We set out the jade cups.
⁠⁠We summon the honoured guests
⁠⁠To enter at the Golden Gate.
⁠⁠They enter at the Golden Gate
⁠⁠And go to the Golden Hall.
In the Eastern Kitchen the meat is sliced and ready —
Roast beef and boiled pork and mutton.
The Master of the Feast hands round the wine.
The harp-players sound their clear chords.

The cups are pushed aside and we face each other at chess:
The rival pawns are marshalled rank against rank.
The fire glows and the smoke puffs and curls;
From the incense-burner rises a delicate fragrance.
The clear wine has made our cheeks red;
Round the table joy and peace prevail.
May those who shared in this day's delight
Through countless autumns enjoy like felicity.