On the day of the double ninth festival,
builders built, drummers drummed,
pipers piped, mothers mooed.
Cooks wrapped pot-bellied pigs in gyouza dough.

On the day of the double ninth festival,
earth will crack open, and the throat of hell shall reveal itself.
Sons will turn against their fathers,
folks will turn against their priests.
Rivers shall furiously flow with an emulsion of brine and oil of sesame seed.

On the day of the double ninth festival,
my dumplings shall bloom
and all others will perish.