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.