To the tune “A Floating Cloud Crosses Enchanted Mountain” (Huang O [1498–1569])

Every morning I arise
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
Draws my silk stockings
Over my feet and legs.
Perfumed with orchids;
And once again we fall over,
Overwhelmed with passion.

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