Oh, mom, the young prince is going to pass by our door-how can I be in the mood to work this morning?
Tell me how to braid my hair; Tell me what to wear.
Teach me how to curl my hair; Tell me which dress I should wear.
Why are you looking at me in surprise, mom?
Why are you looking at me in surprise, mom?
I know very well that he won't look up at my window; I know he will disappear from my sight in an instant; Only the disappearing flute will sob to me from a distance.
I know he won't look up at my window; I know that in an instant he will leave my sight; Only a flute with residual electricity will sob to me from a distance.
But the young prince will pass by our door and I will put on my best clothes.
But the young prince will pass by our door and I will put on my best clothes at this time.
Ah, mother, the young prince did pass by our door, and the morning sun shone from his chariot.
Oh, mother, the young prince has passed by our door, and the golden light of the rising sun shines from his chariot.
I brushed the veil off my face, pulled off the ruby necklace around my neck and threw it on his way.
I brushed the veil off my face, tore off Redjade's collar and threw it on his way.
Why are you looking at me in surprise, mom?
Why are you looking at me in surprise, mom?
I know very well that he did not pick up my chain; I know it was crushed under his wheel, leaving a red stain on the dust. No one knows what my gift is and who it is for.
I know he didn't pick up my neck ring; I know it was crushed under his wheel, leaving a red dot on the dust.
But the young prince did pass by our door, and I threw the jewels on my chest in front of him.
But the young prince once walked by our door, and I once left the treasure on my chest on his way.