i think if Dowager Tzu Hsi could sing
she would prefer jazz
scintillating jazz
the shine of her divine pearls
on her imperial shoes
as she strutted and sang
tra la la al la la..
all the men that i love
all the men that i killed
and all the eunuchs
that i wish were men they
what a broken heart
this palace is
packed to the brim
with a broken dream
let them men study
confucius all nights long
for me i would water
the lawn with my tears
that the the palace wont come down
before the five clawed dragon
on the pillars fly away
before the five clawed dragon
on the pillars fly away
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I would like to translate this poem