Yu Xuanji

Facing the wind, she raises a sigh as the petals fall and fall;
fragrant thoughts all sink and vanish with yet another spring.
No one asks about them, because their price is high,
though even butterflies can't come close to a fragrance that's so strong.
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The day's shyness is covered with a silken sleeve;
spring sadness makes it hard to rise and put my makeup on.
It's easy to come by a pearl without price;
what's hard is to find a lover with a heart.
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Jade's colour joins the river's barren banks;
smoky clouds dance themselves into distant mansions.
Reflections spread on the surface of the autumn river;
flowers fall on the heads of fishermen.
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The precious mat is newly spread in my kingfisher-green chamber,
a deep, clear river of jade turning at right angles.
Yet surely it must share the feelings of the cloudlike fan,
facing the silver bed together, fearing an early fall.
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From dawn to dusk I'm drunk, singing songs of myself,
lovesick with every new spring.
Out in the rain, there's a messenger with letters,
and under my window, someone with a broken heart.
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Coloured clouds cut into clothing,
fragrant incense from embroidered veils;
the flowers and leaves of the lotus are,
the __ cloak of the landscape is thin.
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The Eight Ministries control the valiant troops;
songs and carols fill the road anew.
On the River Fen, third-month rains;
on the Jin River, a hundred-flower spring.
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As the states of Wu and Yue piled plot upon plot,
the silk-washing goddess offered ease;
a pair of laughing dimples turned the prince's head,
and a hundred thousand soldiers let fall their shining spears.
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