Every morning i get up

Beautiful as the goddess

Of love in enchanted mountain.

Every night i go to bed

Seductive as yang kuei-fei,

The imperial concubine.

My slender waist and thighs

Are exhausted and weak

From a night of cloud dancing

But my eyes are still lewd,

And my cheeks are flushed.

My old wet nurse combs

My cloud-like hair.

My lover, fragrant as incense,

Adjusts my jade hairpins, and

Drags on my silk stockings

Over my feet and legs

Perfumed with orchids;

And once again we fall over

Overwhelmed with passion.


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