There’s a fair of the clouds
In the sky
Come hurry up look at the sun
Looking very shy

Clouds cover the shining sun
The sun hide him be undone
Sometimes find sometimes not
Fly with their bamboos boat
No where they lie

Let’s go to ask the mother
Is this a play of the player?
Which is greater sun or clouds?
Who moves the cloud-chariots?
Where will they fly?

Translation of the poem