Yuan River raised me like loving mother;
the riverbank was my disciplinary father.
Far away from Yatz and Pacific Sea,
dividing into swamps, ponds, lakes and streams.
Delicious fish, fragrant rice,
blossoming lilies hid lotus seeds.
Rich countryside, oh full of rice and fish.

Yuan River raised me like loving mother;
the riverbank was my disciplinary father.
Strong current washed away poverty scenes,
low tide displayed lifeless children's bodies.
Peasants cleansed their calloused hands, muddy feet;
cool water quenched instant hungers, burning thirsts; 
also purified vegetables, laundries, summer sins.

Yuan River raised me like loving mother;
the riverbank was my disciplinary father.
Mountains view reflected in the river, my only mirror.
I picked my favorite orchard to decorate growing hair,
dripping dew wet ragged cloth.
I collected pine needles for cooking stove,
dwarf's back bent by mountain's load.

I miss you,
Yuan River!
My mother,
my father.
Where I was raised,
where I belong.
I am coming home!