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Song of the Fair Women
by Chang'an's winding waters, radiant ladies pass me by.
Their bearing rich, their spirit distant, flawless and sincere,
the texture of their skin is fine, their limbs in balance clear.
Their silken robes embroidered catch the fading light of spring,
with woven threads of beaten gold and silver qilin.
Upon their heads—what marvels do those flowing tresses hold?
Kingfisher leaves of emerald drop softly, manifold.
And down their backs—what vision meets the searching gazer's eye?
With heavy pearls their waistbands fit their slender forms thereby.
Among them move the favored kin from curtained pepper rooms,
bestowed with lofty titles where the imperial garden blooms:
The Ladies of Guo and Qin, of mighty states supreme.
A hump of purple camel steams within a turquoise bowl,
and crystal platters offer fish to satisfy the soul.
With heavy ivory chopsticks tired they leave the feast untasted,
while flashing knives of tempered steel on idle cuts are wasted.
Eunuch riders spur their mounts without a stir of dust,
while royal kitchens send forth feasts of rich and savory trust.
Flutes and drums lament a music that could melt a god to tears,
while throngs of glittering courtiers crowd the avenue of peers.
And who are these arriving late on prancing, hesitating steeds,
who vault the carriage step to press where velvet cushion leads?
As willow-catkins drift like snow upon the duckweed streams,
and phantom birds fly off to bear away their scarlet dreams—
Such burning power at a touch has peerless, scorching might:
Beware to step too close, lest the Prime Minister take fright.
態濃意遠淑且真,肌理細膩骨肉勻。
繡羅衣裳照暮春,蹙金孔雀銀麒麟。
頭上何所有?翠微㔩葉垂鬢脣。
背後何所見?珠壓腰衱穩稱身。
就中雲幕椒房親,賜名大國虢與秦。
紫駞之峯出翠釜,水晶之盤行素鱗。
犀筯厭飫久未下,鸞刀縷切空紛綸。
黃門飛鞚不動塵,御廚絲絡送八珍。
簫鼓哀吟感鬼神,賓從雜遝實要津。
後來鞍馬何逡巡,當軒下馬入錦茵。
楊花雪落覆白蘋,青鳥飛去銜紅巾。
炙手可熱勢絕倫,慎莫近前丞相嗔。
Chang'an water side many fair women.
Manner rich spirit distant refined yet true,
skin texture delicate bones flesh even.
Embroidered gauze garments shine late spring,
woven gold peacocks silver qilin.
On head what is there?
Kingfisher feather leaves hang temple edge.
Behind what is seen?
Pearl pressed waist skirts steady fit body.
Among them cloud screen pepper room kin,
bestowed titles great states Guo and Qin.
Purple camel's hump emerges kingfisher cauldron,
crystal's platter traverses white scales.
Rhinoceros chopsticks sated weary long not lowered,
sima knives finely cutting emptily tangled.
Yellow gate flying reins not moving dust,
imperial kitchen silk bound delivers eight delicacies.
Flutes and drums mournful chanting move ghosts and gods,
guests and followers jostling truly key posts.
Later arriving saddles horses how hesitant,
before hall dismounting entering brocade mats.
Willow flowers snow fall cover white duckweed,
blue birds fly away holding red kerchiefs.
Touching hand can heat power peerless,
caution not go near prime minister's anger.