Classic Poem

I remember the day when we first met among the flowers.
I lifted my red sleeve to hide my face,
And so frivolously turned my head away.
I played with the sash on my red skirt,
And quite deliberately with my slender,
Jadelike fingers, I began to pick away,
A pair of phoenixes stitched with gold.

The green wu-t'ung trees are locked deep in the garden.
Who could know how much we would love one another?
Will there be a time when we can be forever close?
I envy the mated swallows that come in the spring.
Flying, they descend to the jade tower,
Where day and night, they are together!