A hawk-shouldered lord, just past twenty.
Teeth like strung shells, lips blazing vermilion.
Spirit like a rainbow, drinking like a downpour.
Galloping home at night, calling the watch.
Through secret paths to the spice-scented chambers.
Dragon fur, gold rings, mingled with floral light.
In jade halls, he flirts with the golden tower's mistress.
Below the stage, mimics the Handan entertainers.
Lisping and cooing, he's called a lady.
In brocade sleeves, embroidered face, by the Han Emperor's side.
Gains ten bushels of bright pearls.
A pair of flawless white jades.
A new edict, gold and purple trappings, dazzling bright.
Horses like flight, people like water.
All ministers and officials watch his steps.
To reverse sun and moon, he'd first turn his palm.
To create rivers, he'd just draw on the ground.
Towering tiger-cap reaching the clouds.
Sword held high, he strides at dawn through purple air.
A thousand lengths of embroidered silk given to lowly clerks.
A hundred yi of gold bestowed on household servants.
Before the twelve gates, his great mansion spreads.
Clear spring, mist rises, merging with sky's blue.
Golden knockers adorned with sun, mixed with red light.
Bronze dragons bite rings as if contending in strength.
The fairy princess, deep in drunkenness, lies on fragrant mats.
Sea-silk curtains veil the windows, an empty separation.
From the Danxue cave, phoenixes are taken for the kitchen.
Monkey-fists, how could they suffice for food?
Golden toads croak, orchid candles fragrant.
Armored warrior-maidens, their ornaments clanging.
Who knows the rain of flowers passed by night?
Only see the pond and terrace, spring grass growing long.
A cacophony of strings and pipes fills the sky.
Hongya's flute-notes circle the heavens.
A sky-long arrow pierces two tigers.
Cloud-bow's gallop drowns out drought-thunder.
Wild sleeves and crossing poles, the Guan'er dance.
Wu-accented green birds learn to speak.
Can teach to carve stone and level purple gold.
Sends carved furs as gifts for new hares.
Three emperors, empresses, seven noble ladies.
Fifty commandants, two generals.
They flew off then, chasing colored clouds.
Transformed into today's capital spring.