The young concubine 

Unpinned her raven hair,

Which was as long as the Tang River.

(The boatman skulls)

Her hands pleasured the troubled emperor

In the hidden palace of the red city

Until his royal spar parted his silken robe.

Then, obedient, she drew open herself for him.

(Pose of the Waterfall)

He mounted her

Until the moon rose over the distant white tipped mountains.

 (wei Jin, Wei Jin, he moaned)

After, they slept

To the sound of a dream,

An approaching rain

Carried on a summer night,

The coming wetness deep inside.

(The love songs of Wao Po)