Li-Si

Gently the breezes caress the buds

and the leaves of the lotus flowers that are his.

On the silken cushions so soft and bright

his majesty reposes on the shady terrace.

Behold Li-Si, the lovely little dancer!

See how lightly she dances like a scarf of white vapour,

far more brilliant than the first star of morning.

Now she lingers to be wooed by her gracious lord.

See her eyelids tremble, her breast softly quivers.

Now behold how her beautiful eyes droop under his imperial gaze.