In China's dawn, the suona's wail doth rise,
A serpentine melody through mist it twists,
Its brass body gleams 'neath the light that shyly glows,
A guardian of tales, a weaver of mists.
The villagers stir as the suona's cry passes by,
A rooster crows, dogs bark, hens cluck in jest,
It weeps for the born, for the dead it cries,
A herald of joy, a mourner of woe.
......
In China's dawn, the suona's wail doth rise,
A serpentine melody through mist it twists,
Its brass body gleams 'neath the light that shyly glows,
A guardian of tales, a weaver of mists.
The villagers stir as the suona's cry passes by,
A rooster crows, dogs bark, hens cluck in jest,
It weeps for the born, for the dead it cries,
A herald of joy, a mourner of woe.
......