We have chosen a timely day,
We wait with hope,
Burning fat and artemisia
To welcome the Four Directions.
Ninefold doors open
For the Gods' journey forth,

They send down sweet grace,
Bounteous good fortune.
The chariot of the Gods
Is hitched to dark clouds,
Yoked to flying dragons,
Feather pennants amassed.

The coming down of the Gods
Is like wind-driven horses;
On the left turquoise dragon,
On the right white tiger.

The coming of the Gods
Is divine! What a drenching!
First bringing rain
Which spreads in sheets.

The arrival of the Gods
Is lucky shade within shade.
All seems confused,
Making hearts tremble.

The Gods are now enthroned,
The Five Tones harmonize.
Happy till the dawn
We offer the Gods pleasure.

Ritual calves with budding horn bumps,
Vessels of millet sweet,
Goblets of cassia wine,
We host the Eight Quarters.

The Gods serenely linger,
We chant " Green " and " Yellow. "
All round meditate on this,
Gaze at the green jade hall.
A crowd of beauties gathers,
Refined, perfect loveliness:
Faces like flowering rush,
Rivals in dazzling glamor,
Wearing flowery patterns,
Interwoven misty silks,
With trains of white voile,
Girdles of pearl and jade.
They bear Blissful-night and Flag-orchid,
Iris and orchid perfumed.
Calm and peaceful
We offer up the blessed chalice.