Classic Poem

Part One

As clouds think of her clothing, as blossoms think of her face,
Spring wind caresses the railings
and dew is thick on the flowers.
If you do not find her by the Mountain of Numerous Jewels,
You may head for the Jasper Terrace
 to meet her beneath the moon.

Part Two

A branch of red voluptuousness, the dew congealed perfume,
For clouds and rain on Sorceress Mountain,
why go breaking your heart?
I wonder who could be compared in the palaces of the Han?
Would it be dear Flying Swallow
 trying new powder and rouge?

Part Three

Beauty to topple a nation in the company of famous flowers,
They always succeed with His Majesty
 making him turn with a smile.
Knowing that the spring wind may bring regrets unending,
North of the Aloeswood Pavilion
 they lean on the balustrade.