Classic Poem

The red stove warms the room where a beautiful woman sleeps,
Beyond the curtains flying snow increases the coldness
In the small garden, they are playing mouth organs and singing,
The fragrant breeze gathers robes of silk and gauze
Wine is poured, the golden cups are full;
Amidst orchid musk, the feast is offered again
The young gentleman is as drunk as mud,
On the Avenue of Heaven his horse is heard neighing.