The young concubine
Unpinned her raven hair,
Which was as long as the Tang River.
(The boatman skulls)
Her hands pleasured the troubled emperor
In the hidden palace of the red city
Until his royal spar parted his silken robe.
Then, obedient, she drew open herself for him.
(Pose of the Waterfall)
He mounted her
Until the moon rose over the distant white tipped mountains.
(wei Jin, Wei Jin, he moaned)
After, they slept
To the sound of a dream,
An approaching rain
Carried on a summer night,
The coming wetness deep inside.
(The love songs of Wao Po)