Josef Maria
Mayer
In the year seven
hundred forty-three
After the birth of the Lord rode Lady Yang
With Prince Su Chi. And the air smelled spicy
In spring, and the sun was already long
In the sky, and the skies quieter sounding
Flowed around the waters of the river Li.
Yang Guefe, a true beauty was she!
She heard, women must be beautiful, virtuous,
Sympathising with good men and wise.
And she was beautiful in her youth.
And ust came from the Supreme Halls
Of Harmony, riding in the middle between all,
Heaven's Son Li Longji, Emperor of China.
The spring birds were getting quieter.
He wore the imperial yellow robe
And rode a white horse of the elves.
And Guefe thought, "My soul, praise
The Son of Heaven and praise Father Heaven!"
She thought quietly in the middle of the fray:
"I do not ride like ugly women of the Uighurs,
I would rather look into the books."
The Son of Heaven was the patron of all the arts,
Of poetry and scholarship.
He liked her poetic fantasies
And dance music and sports and serenity
And paintings from the days of old,
Most of all but the poetry
(And Lady Yang there, oh, how beautiful was she!)
And in the Palace of the Peony
At the imperial court in Ch'ang-an City
Was her determined to live from now on.
After the birth of the Lord rode Lady Yang
With Prince Su Chi. And the air smelled spicy
In spring, and the sun was already long
In the sky, and the skies quieter sounding
Flowed around the waters of the river Li.
Yang Guefe, a true beauty was she!
She heard, women must be beautiful, virtuous,
Sympathising with good men and wise.
And she was beautiful in her youth.
And ust came from the Supreme Halls
Of Harmony, riding in the middle between all,
Heaven's Son Li Longji, Emperor of China.
The spring birds were getting quieter.
He wore the imperial yellow robe
And rode a white horse of the elves.
And Guefe thought, "My soul, praise
The Son of Heaven and praise Father Heaven!"
She thought quietly in the middle of the fray:
"I do not ride like ugly women of the Uighurs,
I would rather look into the books."
The Son of Heaven was the patron of all the arts,
Of poetry and scholarship.
He liked her poetic fantasies
And dance music and sports and serenity
And paintings from the days of old,
Most of all but the poetry
(And Lady Yang there, oh, how beautiful was she!)
And in the Palace of the Peony
At the imperial court in Ch'ang-an City
Was her determined to live from now on.
In her blooming
years also her mind and soul longs
After Guilin, her home: pearly sparkling
There the mountains shone far and wide
In the beautiful morning splendor of eternity.
And Guefe's biggest adventure was
To conduct research in the books of old time.
The canon and the classics even
To comment, she was always ready.
And in the Odes she found consolation in sorrow.
Especially loved she (she was so free)
The Emperor's court poet, Li Bai.
She spoke to the Prince Su Chi: "I can dance
The court and peasant dances and sing
(They say with beautiful voice) all
The three hundred odes, and I know of things,
Which sweet and lovely sound in Chinese:
What the mysterious canon speaks."
And sweetly fell on them the light of heaven.
Prince Su Chi but answered her:
"And can you ride like the women of the Uighurs?
And do you know what all women makes nice,
They were concubines or prostitutes?
And do you also know Mohammedan Suras
About houris waiting in paradise
And lust donate in the garden of pleasure?"
She became red, was purple with shame
And rode angrily to the Son of Heaven.
And as at Guefe approached this,
Her cheek was as red as poppy
From her soul's fire. And with thin voice sound
And trembling emphasis he asked :
"Who made you so angry, Guefe?"
The court of the Son of Heaven was known
As one who honored the fine arts,
And not only the court, but across the country
The customer increased from the son of the muses,
The Emperor, the beauty of the more sought-after,
As to lead to the moslems war.
And rhymes could move him to tears.
He invited in his Imperial Hall
Yang Guefe, because he wanted to get to know her,
Which was more beautiful than all his wives.
And her eyes were like evening stars,
If their diamonds glow in the the far west,
And were like a quiet forest pond
Gently reflecting the evening star's army.
And then they started with politics;
Arabia, Byzantium, Tibet -
She knew them all. And the gentle look...
"This is the woman whom my soul loveth,
And yet she moves like a civet -
Civet full of grace and charme.
Prince Su Chi for her is much too nasty!"
"The arabs are on the Silk Road
From Soghdiana, and they want to fight,"
Said Longji, "I want to devour China
And the Uighurs, who ride admirably,
From the Moslems. Oh the times,
As yet dreamed the realm of Tang in peace,
The Emperor no opera ever missed."
He was charmed by Yang Guefe's wildness,
As a civet cat she was wild;
Yet was her face of such mildness,
As a turtledove it was mild.
He saw before his eyes always her image:
Her face was as white as ivory
And her hair black and fine as silk.
"O Guefe, although you're still quite young,
But extremely remarkable,"
So Li Longji spoke with enthusiasm,
"I hope that Su Chi honors your soul
And teaches you the most beautiful love ways,
For you will soon be entrusted to the Prince
And callest once the Son of Heaven's bride."
He thought of the old Empress,
His beloved Pang Yuen,
At the birth of his son Su Chi
The mother died in her bed in pain.
What if now she in a different type
In the world without suffering, disease or pain
With joy rested on Heaven's heart?...
The Lady Pang Yuen had been beautiful,
But she was not as smooth as Yang Guefe was.
He wanted to read in Yang Guefe's eyes
And her gentle soul apparently
With his eyes detect - but although
Yang Guefe not the Prince Su Chi loved,
She did not practice the game of looks with Li Longji.
And Lady Yang went to the Imperial Throne
With father, mother and sister; knelt
And made the kowtow in front of the Son of Heaven
And greeted thus: "Ten thousand years peace
And a hundred thousand times luck! Spend
From your wisdom to the Yang family,
O Majesty, O Son of Heaven Ming-huang!"
The Son of Heaven said this word:
"I 'd like to meet Lady Yang,
The Princess Bride, here in Chang-an.
After Guilin, her home: pearly sparkling
There the mountains shone far and wide
In the beautiful morning splendor of eternity.
And Guefe's biggest adventure was
To conduct research in the books of old time.
The canon and the classics even
To comment, she was always ready.
And in the Odes she found consolation in sorrow.
Especially loved she (she was so free)
The Emperor's court poet, Li Bai.
She spoke to the Prince Su Chi: "I can dance
The court and peasant dances and sing
(They say with beautiful voice) all
The three hundred odes, and I know of things,
Which sweet and lovely sound in Chinese:
What the mysterious canon speaks."
And sweetly fell on them the light of heaven.
Prince Su Chi but answered her:
"And can you ride like the women of the Uighurs?
And do you know what all women makes nice,
They were concubines or prostitutes?
And do you also know Mohammedan Suras
About houris waiting in paradise
And lust donate in the garden of pleasure?"
She became red, was purple with shame
And rode angrily to the Son of Heaven.
And as at Guefe approached this,
Her cheek was as red as poppy
From her soul's fire. And with thin voice sound
And trembling emphasis he asked :
"Who made you so angry, Guefe?"
The court of the Son of Heaven was known
As one who honored the fine arts,
And not only the court, but across the country
The customer increased from the son of the muses,
The Emperor, the beauty of the more sought-after,
As to lead to the moslems war.
And rhymes could move him to tears.
He invited in his Imperial Hall
Yang Guefe, because he wanted to get to know her,
Which was more beautiful than all his wives.
And her eyes were like evening stars,
If their diamonds glow in the the far west,
And were like a quiet forest pond
Gently reflecting the evening star's army.
And then they started with politics;
Arabia, Byzantium, Tibet -
She knew them all. And the gentle look...
"This is the woman whom my soul loveth,
And yet she moves like a civet -
Civet full of grace and charme.
Prince Su Chi for her is much too nasty!"
"The arabs are on the Silk Road
From Soghdiana, and they want to fight,"
Said Longji, "I want to devour China
And the Uighurs, who ride admirably,
From the Moslems. Oh the times,
As yet dreamed the realm of Tang in peace,
The Emperor no opera ever missed."
He was charmed by Yang Guefe's wildness,
As a civet cat she was wild;
Yet was her face of such mildness,
As a turtledove it was mild.
He saw before his eyes always her image:
Her face was as white as ivory
And her hair black and fine as silk.
"O Guefe, although you're still quite young,
But extremely remarkable,"
So Li Longji spoke with enthusiasm,
"I hope that Su Chi honors your soul
And teaches you the most beautiful love ways,
For you will soon be entrusted to the Prince
And callest once the Son of Heaven's bride."
He thought of the old Empress,
His beloved Pang Yuen,
At the birth of his son Su Chi
The mother died in her bed in pain.
What if now she in a different type
In the world without suffering, disease or pain
With joy rested on Heaven's heart?...
The Lady Pang Yuen had been beautiful,
But she was not as smooth as Yang Guefe was.
He wanted to read in Yang Guefe's eyes
And her gentle soul apparently
With his eyes detect - but although
Yang Guefe not the Prince Su Chi loved,
She did not practice the game of looks with Li Longji.
And Lady Yang went to the Imperial Throne
With father, mother and sister; knelt
And made the kowtow in front of the Son of Heaven
And greeted thus: "Ten thousand years peace
And a hundred thousand times luck! Spend
From your wisdom to the Yang family,
O Majesty, O Son of Heaven Ming-huang!"
The Son of Heaven said this word:
"I 'd like to meet Lady Yang,
The Princess Bride, here in Chang-an.
I want her girl's
voice sound
In the evening on the blackboard hear long
With songs and sitting by the yellow wine
At the papery lamps light.”
And at the table sat the mandarins
And beautiful fine noble ladies,
They wore beautiful emerald
Vestments, and the long silk
(In which enveloped white noble ladies)
In peach and azure.
And her speech flowed like sweet dew.
Yang Guefe had beside her girlfriend
From Guilin, her maid Chingchin. Next
Prince Su Yang Chi sat, Guefe's worst enemy,
The Lady Fu (with her evil heart)
Surrounded by grinning eunuchs ,
She was the first woman to the good emperor
(She stayed there not long, for he was wise).
In Chang-an scribal Jews lived
And with enthusiasm the Koreans
And Turks had their lamb stalls
And lived very contemplative, the Japanese
And pretty religiously the Tibetans
And with a very wild sense the Tartars
And Arabs in China's capital were.
In the north was the Son of Heaven's Palace
Of the vast Infinity.
And near lived as a pious guest
A citizen, not at home at that time,
His home was in eternity ,
He was one of the Lord God and a way maker:
Mister Alopen, a Christian, a Nestorian.
And she went into the Heaven's Son's palace,
Yang Guefe with the noble book of songs.
She drank with Longji from the yellow wine
With chrysanthemum flowers until they again
Spoke of poets; and she said, "Master,
Bo Djü-I asked his cleaning lady always,
If she understood his verses."
They spoke of the most beautiful love verses
And rhymed poetry delicate,
In that was a lot of talk from heart to heart
And love between him and her
And they sang mild minstrel melodies
Like "jade leaves on the golden branch".
Yang Guefes eyes were like a pond.
***
The Son of Heaven sings a love song:
O jade members soft and tender
And your silk eyebrows
And your dance in the art of a female Phoenix,
You fairest of all women!
O your eyes like two gems
And your feet lily sprouts!
I love your raspberry mouth, you pure one,
And I melt in pleasure!
You're a jade leave on a golden branch,
Pink white peach blossom
In white vase, all by jade, soft
You flow through my spirit!
You're an unicorn, phoenix, you're a maiden
And your grace flows like silk.
O jade virgin in sommer silk camisole,
You are my eye candy!
You're the most beautiful woman in the Middle Kingdom,
The most beautiful woman in the kingdom of Tang!
We love each other according to the Chinese custom,
O dear Lady Yang!
***
They talked about old philosophers,
Heaven, which is a father and location,
The origin of all existence (and the maids
Brought the tea) and of the Tao, the Way,
And about tradition that continued and continued
Planting the spirit of morality and virtue,
And about the lovely land of everlasting youth.
And Longji said: "Ah , my Li Tai-Po
Is very devoted to his yellow wine.
Where I found him the other day, Guefe, where?
In a tavern, where he was not alone,
Where he drowned his sorrow and pain
And created after his first rice wine liter
Five, six immortal music official songs."
Yang Guefe kissed the tip of her fingers, white
And tender and delicate, they laid down on the sheet,
White like uncooked rice,
And her nails were pearly shimmering,
She wrote with ink sated words
In beautiful calligraphic brushstrokes:
"In your love I will stay forever young!"
But her brother Enger came to her
And heard about the love of Ming-huang:
"Love is perhaps the poet's ornamental,
However, for a woman like Lady Yang,
Which barely lived for many years in dignity,
Love is a fanatical nonsense only.
Cool reason shows you the right track."
But she went on to the Son of Heaven
And drank the green tea of silvery buds
In porcelain cups, which was as red as the poppies.
And her limbs were white as snow
And her eyes abysmally as a lake
And her lips like the red strawberries
And her hair black as night and death.
They ate grapefruit, there carved in
Colored birds, and ate pyramids
Of fresh litchi. And her eyes flashe
In love, at the same time in deep peace of mind.
She wanted to offer the Son of Heaven
The beauty and love and youth
And wisdom about poetry and virtue.
And Alopen, the monk and devout Christian,
Told them much of the Word and the Way
And what Heaven's Tao is truly:
"There is a person and is a haven
For the soul, a certain refuge
And is the true Son of the Father in Heaven ,
The ruler is the father in Heaven!"
Alopen warned before Lady Fu,
The fact that she's not around Longji'ss favorite Yang
In her wickedness to do something evil.
That heard the Son of Heaven Ming-huang
And was terrified in his man's soul,
Because Guefe was his precious stone,
Li Longji loved Guefe alone.
She looked at her sister Meiling,
Which many consider to be her twin sister.
She saw the gentleness in Meiling's sense
And saw the beauty about Meiling exercise
With her tender powers.
In the evening on the blackboard hear long
With songs and sitting by the yellow wine
At the papery lamps light.”
And at the table sat the mandarins
And beautiful fine noble ladies,
They wore beautiful emerald
Vestments, and the long silk
(In which enveloped white noble ladies)
In peach and azure.
And her speech flowed like sweet dew.
Yang Guefe had beside her girlfriend
From Guilin, her maid Chingchin. Next
Prince Su Yang Chi sat, Guefe's worst enemy,
The Lady Fu (with her evil heart)
Surrounded by grinning eunuchs ,
She was the first woman to the good emperor
(She stayed there not long, for he was wise).
In Chang-an scribal Jews lived
And with enthusiasm the Koreans
And Turks had their lamb stalls
And lived very contemplative, the Japanese
And pretty religiously the Tibetans
And with a very wild sense the Tartars
And Arabs in China's capital were.
In the north was the Son of Heaven's Palace
Of the vast Infinity.
And near lived as a pious guest
A citizen, not at home at that time,
His home was in eternity ,
He was one of the Lord God and a way maker:
Mister Alopen, a Christian, a Nestorian.
And she went into the Heaven's Son's palace,
Yang Guefe with the noble book of songs.
She drank with Longji from the yellow wine
With chrysanthemum flowers until they again
Spoke of poets; and she said, "Master,
Bo Djü-I asked his cleaning lady always,
If she understood his verses."
They spoke of the most beautiful love verses
And rhymed poetry delicate,
In that was a lot of talk from heart to heart
And love between him and her
And they sang mild minstrel melodies
Like "jade leaves on the golden branch".
Yang Guefes eyes were like a pond.
***
The Son of Heaven sings a love song:
O jade members soft and tender
And your silk eyebrows
And your dance in the art of a female Phoenix,
You fairest of all women!
O your eyes like two gems
And your feet lily sprouts!
I love your raspberry mouth, you pure one,
And I melt in pleasure!
You're a jade leave on a golden branch,
Pink white peach blossom
In white vase, all by jade, soft
You flow through my spirit!
You're an unicorn, phoenix, you're a maiden
And your grace flows like silk.
O jade virgin in sommer silk camisole,
You are my eye candy!
You're the most beautiful woman in the Middle Kingdom,
The most beautiful woman in the kingdom of Tang!
We love each other according to the Chinese custom,
O dear Lady Yang!
***
They talked about old philosophers,
Heaven, which is a father and location,
The origin of all existence (and the maids
Brought the tea) and of the Tao, the Way,
And about tradition that continued and continued
Planting the spirit of morality and virtue,
And about the lovely land of everlasting youth.
And Longji said: "Ah , my Li Tai-Po
Is very devoted to his yellow wine.
Where I found him the other day, Guefe, where?
In a tavern, where he was not alone,
Where he drowned his sorrow and pain
And created after his first rice wine liter
Five, six immortal music official songs."
Yang Guefe kissed the tip of her fingers, white
And tender and delicate, they laid down on the sheet,
White like uncooked rice,
And her nails were pearly shimmering,
She wrote with ink sated words
In beautiful calligraphic brushstrokes:
"In your love I will stay forever young!"
But her brother Enger came to her
And heard about the love of Ming-huang:
"Love is perhaps the poet's ornamental,
However, for a woman like Lady Yang,
Which barely lived for many years in dignity,
Love is a fanatical nonsense only.
Cool reason shows you the right track."
But she went on to the Son of Heaven
And drank the green tea of silvery buds
In porcelain cups, which was as red as the poppies.
And her limbs were white as snow
And her eyes abysmally as a lake
And her lips like the red strawberries
And her hair black as night and death.
They ate grapefruit, there carved in
Colored birds, and ate pyramids
Of fresh litchi. And her eyes flashe
In love, at the same time in deep peace of mind.
She wanted to offer the Son of Heaven
The beauty and love and youth
And wisdom about poetry and virtue.
And Alopen, the monk and devout Christian,
Told them much of the Word and the Way
And what Heaven's Tao is truly:
"There is a person and is a haven
For the soul, a certain refuge
And is the true Son of the Father in Heaven ,
The ruler is the father in Heaven!"
Alopen warned before Lady Fu,
The fact that she's not around Longji'ss favorite Yang
In her wickedness to do something evil.
That heard the Son of Heaven Ming-huang
And was terrified in his man's soul,
Because Guefe was his precious stone,
Li Longji loved Guefe alone.
She looked at her sister Meiling,
Which many consider to be her twin sister.
She saw the gentleness in Meiling's sense
And saw the beauty about Meiling exercise
With her tender powers.
With grace was
she clad in a white dress,
Shimmering black hair fell long down.
But soon came to Lady Yang Lady Fu
And in blasphemy of Li Tai-Po said:
"He's from the many drinking quite ill,
Madness has him possessed anyway,
And his verses are mean and rude."
But Guefe said that she loved Li Bai,
Because his songs sing about love!
"O Meiling! (said Guefe ) Su Chi issad,
Because I'm not a man, he's too stupid. I love
Li Longji, his soul is so quiet,
Which beauty indulged and love!
Not only his look it is what I love,
It is the inexpressible gentle kindness
In his friendly and peaceful mind.”
And Meiling said: "He has a hundred women,
You would be nothing but a concubine,
Considered by many. And I'll tell you with confidence:
You should take Su Chi. Mandarins,
As you say, are very learned, but you have to serve
The court of the Emperor not with learning,
But conjugal affection."
Li Longji thought of the beautiful single,
When suddenly Guefe quietly stepped up to him.
She was not only beautiful, her life
Lived Guefe in a high degree
Of wisdom and poetry, she had
Not only with the feminine body
The Son of Heaven enchanted, who said, "Stay."
Her skin was pale like a fine vase
Of jade and of a transparent shimmer,
The eyes of lakes, swinging her nose,
The fingertips were burning Guefe always,
The Son of Heaven to stroke in this room,
In which fragrant yellow candles were burning.
And the feelings overpowered Guefe.
She flung her strong young arms around
Li Longji's neck and pressed her cheek
At his, whispering, "You are China's fame,
Can you do to me as to an evil snake
And cut off my head, but I 'm not afraid,
From your hand to die, would be sweet,
My entry into the eternal paradise!"
"O Guefe! (he said) you're so wise,
That you 'll let me go. my love."
He looked at her softly with a smile.
"And if I would remain here in your arms,
It happens that I chop your skull
From your shoulders (the ivory
And white and transparent and delicate and fine)."
He then said with a smiling love:
"I 'm going to leave this room
And leave you and your beautiful smile,
And then I say: Oh, it was a dream,
I just saw a fairy out of sea foam,
I just saw a beautiful gemstone,
It was so beautiful, but alas! it was not mine."
But she said: "Dear Son of Heaven,
Just let me be your concubine,
That I may serve you with good sound,
And I see you only once a year, no,
Only once every month all alone,
Then I'd be happy." He embraced her gently,
Overwhelmed by the power of love.
He thought that if he was going to tell her,
He loves her, then it would be the scandalous.
It could have been the first Chinese shepherd,
Who from the son took the bride,
Shimmering black hair fell long down.
But soon came to Lady Yang Lady Fu
And in blasphemy of Li Tai-Po said:
"He's from the many drinking quite ill,
Madness has him possessed anyway,
And his verses are mean and rude."
But Guefe said that she loved Li Bai,
Because his songs sing about love!
"O Meiling! (said Guefe ) Su Chi issad,
Because I'm not a man, he's too stupid. I love
Li Longji, his soul is so quiet,
Which beauty indulged and love!
Not only his look it is what I love,
It is the inexpressible gentle kindness
In his friendly and peaceful mind.”
And Meiling said: "He has a hundred women,
You would be nothing but a concubine,
Considered by many. And I'll tell you with confidence:
You should take Su Chi. Mandarins,
As you say, are very learned, but you have to serve
The court of the Emperor not with learning,
But conjugal affection."
Li Longji thought of the beautiful single,
When suddenly Guefe quietly stepped up to him.
She was not only beautiful, her life
Lived Guefe in a high degree
Of wisdom and poetry, she had
Not only with the feminine body
The Son of Heaven enchanted, who said, "Stay."
Her skin was pale like a fine vase
Of jade and of a transparent shimmer,
The eyes of lakes, swinging her nose,
The fingertips were burning Guefe always,
The Son of Heaven to stroke in this room,
In which fragrant yellow candles were burning.
And the feelings overpowered Guefe.
She flung her strong young arms around
Li Longji's neck and pressed her cheek
At his, whispering, "You are China's fame,
Can you do to me as to an evil snake
And cut off my head, but I 'm not afraid,
From your hand to die, would be sweet,
My entry into the eternal paradise!"
"O Guefe! (he said) you're so wise,
That you 'll let me go. my love."
He looked at her softly with a smile.
"And if I would remain here in your arms,
It happens that I chop your skull
From your shoulders (the ivory
And white and transparent and delicate and fine)."
He then said with a smiling love:
"I 'm going to leave this room
And leave you and your beautiful smile,
And then I say: Oh, it was a dream,
I just saw a fairy out of sea foam,
I just saw a beautiful gemstone,
It was so beautiful, but alas! it was not mine."
But she said: "Dear Son of Heaven,
Just let me be your concubine,
That I may serve you with good sound,
And I see you only once a year, no,
Only once every month all alone,
Then I'd be happy." He embraced her gently,
Overwhelmed by the power of love.
He thought that if he was going to tell her,
He loves her, then it would be the scandalous.
It could have been the first Chinese shepherd,
Who from the son took the bride,
Them all together
the kingdom would be shaken.
He took her gently aside and said, "Not."
Petrified was her porcelain face.
"I can not lie that I did not love you,
I love you with a fiery passion.
However, when I grieved the own son,
I abuse the imperial power,
I then followed the flashes in the flesh
And the heart, not the sober mind.
That would be a ruin of the whole country."
O, Lady Yang deserves the best love,
That ever saw the vast middle kingdom.
If she do not always remain young and lovely,
So he but would still love her because
Of goodness and mercy
And compassion and loyalty and trust
And steady praise of the most beautiful of all women.
He said, "Guefe, do not let seduce
From folly, passion and wild youth.
I do not want to stir your soul
And never rob a virgin's virtue.
I do not like a peeping fox-spirit
To gaze on you with lust and desire.
(And yet you live so deep in my chest.)"
"I'd like from you, o Longji, to have children,
That I see the joy of their countenances
With my eyes, when they gifts
Receive or listen to old poet
And bear by the moon yellow lights,
In their faces I will see
That you love me more than the other women."
With these words Guefe ran away
And hastened to her brother.
He took her gently aside and said, "Not."
Petrified was her porcelain face.
"I can not lie that I did not love you,
I love you with a fiery passion.
However, when I grieved the own son,
I abuse the imperial power,
I then followed the flashes in the flesh
And the heart, not the sober mind.
That would be a ruin of the whole country."
O, Lady Yang deserves the best love,
That ever saw the vast middle kingdom.
If she do not always remain young and lovely,
So he but would still love her because
Of goodness and mercy
And compassion and loyalty and trust
And steady praise of the most beautiful of all women.
He said, "Guefe, do not let seduce
From folly, passion and wild youth.
I do not want to stir your soul
And never rob a virgin's virtue.
I do not like a peeping fox-spirit
To gaze on you with lust and desire.
(And yet you live so deep in my chest.)"
"I'd like from you, o Longji, to have children,
That I see the joy of their countenances
With my eyes, when they gifts
Receive or listen to old poet
And bear by the moon yellow lights,
In their faces I will see
That you love me more than the other women."
With these words Guefe ran away
And hastened to her brother.
“Oh, brother,
here on the magical place
It lives an evil prince in this realm,
For him, my breasts are not so soft,
I hate him, I can only hate him!
And he shall be a husband to me?"
He said, "Have you gone crazy, sister?
The spirits of foxes find their pits,
Wild goose and doves find their nests
And their beds even the bad guys.
Do you want from the highest imperial office
Anger receive for the Yang family?
Go to your marriage (may be, it lasts not long)."
But Lady Yang moaned softly and full of fear,
"What do you taught me but read the canon
And sing some old songs
And speak of the Tao convertible
It lives an evil prince in this realm,
For him, my breasts are not so soft,
I hate him, I can only hate him!
And he shall be a husband to me?"
He said, "Have you gone crazy, sister?
The spirits of foxes find their pits,
Wild goose and doves find their nests
And their beds even the bad guys.
Do you want from the highest imperial office
Anger receive for the Yang family?
Go to your marriage (may be, it lasts not long)."
But Lady Yang moaned softly and full of fear,
"What do you taught me but read the canon
And sing some old songs
And speak of the Tao convertible
To Confucian and
Taoist theories
And about the Way and the Father above?
How am I supposed to praise a fool?"
And Enger said, "I'll be censor
In this beautiful Imperial City,
The highest imperial censor,
And do not like your lamentations
You make my soul die.
You can not crave after the Son of Heaven,
The prince you shall give your heart and your tears."
He said, "And Chingchin, she is your maid,
Indoors in the palace of the crescent with you,
Concern some old Odes.
And here at the court, there are dancers,
Whom all any poet adores,
The poets but will love Guefe,
They woll for Lady Yang wrote poems."
***
And the poet Shi Tuo-Tang sang this song :
Poetry is a gift from Heaven,
So I want the Father in Heaven above,
From where I got my gift of grace,
Praise with my praises.
Snowy Buddha I was singing, but he continually melted,
And I sang the myriad spirits;
But now I sing from the Way and Word,
The master of my life.
I'm in the beautiful city of jade,
Enlightend by the beautiful morning star,
Bathe me in the ocean of mercy
And play the harp to the Lord!
***
With green tiled roofs the building
And red pillars, and in the west was
The magnificent Peony Hall
And in the middle (tell me, China's Muse)
Layed glorious as the morning or the day
The Magnificent Palace of the Emperor
Of the Monstrous Infinity.
In between there were temples of the Taoists
And the pagodas of silent Tibetans,
The disciples of the divine example
Entered monasteries, silent Nestorians,
The good comforter were wise with warning voice,
His priest was the disciple Alopen:
"Thanks to Jesus, God's Wisdom!"
Quite different was the manner of the Turk
Lushan, who Guefe secretly looked after:
"Oh, that's a woman for a man,
Who very ensnared with the evening eyes,
I'll still go crazy with passion,
Oh, that she slings their limbs around me
And I bring her my body's sacrifice!"
He in his passion's text
Continued in his lustfull mind:
"Yang Guefe, this woman bewitches me!
Certainly she is a sorceress,
She knows the spells, and I'm all mad
Through her esoteric eroticism,
That powefull is as Li Tai Po's poetry!"
But Yang Guefe was in her apartment,
As a rough voice resounded her:
"Stand up! The time of conservation is past,
Let me look at you, because a girl should
With her limbs lush rich and full
(As the ideal of beauty of the Tang)
Enjoy my son, Lady Yang!"
That was the Empress, the Lady Fu,
She looked so like a tigress.
Temporary was Yang Guefe's sweet repose,
Now she was suffering heavy periods in
The beautiful maiden's virtuous mind:
"You look all moving out, very nice,
Hopefully you move good in bed."
In her house, located in a park,
She'd lived with her maid Chingchin
And the eunuch Chu Ling, the blessings of him
Will be in later hours, when an earthquake
Would smash her lovely dreams
(Yet she sensed the heavy misfortune barely)
And at the same time brings to the world the most beautiful dream.
In the South Gate of the Clear Virtue was she
With its marble white as snow of Tibet
And Lady Yang in her beautiful youth stood there,
From the Gate of the North led the Avenue
Of Scarlet Sparrows. Many a lake,
Canals, bridges entirely of white moonstone
In the evening shone like the yellow moonlight.
With a croak Lady Fu said:
"Today you 'll see your husband and Prince!
Today he is listening to songs of Du Fu
And Li Tai Po, when night winds blows,
Also, you have to go in the Prince's Garden,
Although there read these disgusting
Poets, sure you'll do it."
And Lady Fu continued as follows,
"You will wait for your Lord and Prince,
If from the Ode on Spring reads Li Po
In the evening under the moon in the pear garden.
Oh this ever drunken bards,
Which disgusting drift through life, dirty,
Voluptuous, vain, arrogant, useless!"
Then, however, replied Lady Yang,
"I love this heavenly poets!
I do love what he sang!
Love made Li Bai to a prophet,
Yes, his songs teach me to pray,
Because I believe ( and the Son of Heaven)
Father Heaven Is love in person!"
Li Longji thought, "This gem
Of a woman, it makes me young again,
In my veins flood like red wine,
I live in the intoxication of enthusiasm
And with the young love's wings swing,
I flourish like girls at the dances,
I present turmoil in my soul!"
Li Longji thought, "In the midst of winter,
Since everything shrouded in white snow,
Flowers a slim white willow behind
The Silent Imperial Lake of Flowers,
And this is my love, but ah hurt!
It is broken by the winter storm!
On that rose gnaws the time, the worm!"
Li Longji thought, "Dear Lady Yang,
O Guefe, hear my suffering, my adieu!
Most beloved princess, I'll long
To love you, frozen in the snow
Is my love by all the woe of my soul,
Cruel separation I endure faithfully.
But you must leave, go, and let me mourn."
A wall of yellow stones surrounded the Temple
Of Overflowing Bliss,
Oil lamps light lit up the temple,
Where the crystal brightness of fire
The hall wrapped in a golden dress,
There shimmered ivory and white jade.
(But light is the Almighty's grace.)
And about the Way and the Father above?
How am I supposed to praise a fool?"
And Enger said, "I'll be censor
In this beautiful Imperial City,
The highest imperial censor,
And do not like your lamentations
You make my soul die.
You can not crave after the Son of Heaven,
The prince you shall give your heart and your tears."
He said, "And Chingchin, she is your maid,
Indoors in the palace of the crescent with you,
Concern some old Odes.
And here at the court, there are dancers,
Whom all any poet adores,
The poets but will love Guefe,
They woll for Lady Yang wrote poems."
***
And the poet Shi Tuo-Tang sang this song :
Poetry is a gift from Heaven,
So I want the Father in Heaven above,
From where I got my gift of grace,
Praise with my praises.
Snowy Buddha I was singing, but he continually melted,
And I sang the myriad spirits;
But now I sing from the Way and Word,
The master of my life.
I'm in the beautiful city of jade,
Enlightend by the beautiful morning star,
Bathe me in the ocean of mercy
And play the harp to the Lord!
***
With green tiled roofs the building
And red pillars, and in the west was
The magnificent Peony Hall
And in the middle (tell me, China's Muse)
Layed glorious as the morning or the day
The Magnificent Palace of the Emperor
Of the Monstrous Infinity.
In between there were temples of the Taoists
And the pagodas of silent Tibetans,
The disciples of the divine example
Entered monasteries, silent Nestorians,
The good comforter were wise with warning voice,
His priest was the disciple Alopen:
"Thanks to Jesus, God's Wisdom!"
Quite different was the manner of the Turk
Lushan, who Guefe secretly looked after:
"Oh, that's a woman for a man,
Who very ensnared with the evening eyes,
I'll still go crazy with passion,
Oh, that she slings their limbs around me
And I bring her my body's sacrifice!"
He in his passion's text
Continued in his lustfull mind:
"Yang Guefe, this woman bewitches me!
Certainly she is a sorceress,
She knows the spells, and I'm all mad
Through her esoteric eroticism,
That powefull is as Li Tai Po's poetry!"
But Yang Guefe was in her apartment,
As a rough voice resounded her:
"Stand up! The time of conservation is past,
Let me look at you, because a girl should
With her limbs lush rich and full
(As the ideal of beauty of the Tang)
Enjoy my son, Lady Yang!"
That was the Empress, the Lady Fu,
She looked so like a tigress.
Temporary was Yang Guefe's sweet repose,
Now she was suffering heavy periods in
The beautiful maiden's virtuous mind:
"You look all moving out, very nice,
Hopefully you move good in bed."
In her house, located in a park,
She'd lived with her maid Chingchin
And the eunuch Chu Ling, the blessings of him
Will be in later hours, when an earthquake
Would smash her lovely dreams
(Yet she sensed the heavy misfortune barely)
And at the same time brings to the world the most beautiful dream.
In the South Gate of the Clear Virtue was she
With its marble white as snow of Tibet
And Lady Yang in her beautiful youth stood there,
From the Gate of the North led the Avenue
Of Scarlet Sparrows. Many a lake,
Canals, bridges entirely of white moonstone
In the evening shone like the yellow moonlight.
With a croak Lady Fu said:
"Today you 'll see your husband and Prince!
Today he is listening to songs of Du Fu
And Li Tai Po, when night winds blows,
Also, you have to go in the Prince's Garden,
Although there read these disgusting
Poets, sure you'll do it."
And Lady Fu continued as follows,
"You will wait for your Lord and Prince,
If from the Ode on Spring reads Li Po
In the evening under the moon in the pear garden.
Oh this ever drunken bards,
Which disgusting drift through life, dirty,
Voluptuous, vain, arrogant, useless!"
Then, however, replied Lady Yang,
"I love this heavenly poets!
I do love what he sang!
Love made Li Bai to a prophet,
Yes, his songs teach me to pray,
Because I believe ( and the Son of Heaven)
Father Heaven Is love in person!"
Li Longji thought, "This gem
Of a woman, it makes me young again,
In my veins flood like red wine,
I live in the intoxication of enthusiasm
And with the young love's wings swing,
I flourish like girls at the dances,
I present turmoil in my soul!"
Li Longji thought, "In the midst of winter,
Since everything shrouded in white snow,
Flowers a slim white willow behind
The Silent Imperial Lake of Flowers,
And this is my love, but ah hurt!
It is broken by the winter storm!
On that rose gnaws the time, the worm!"
Li Longji thought, "Dear Lady Yang,
O Guefe, hear my suffering, my adieu!
Most beloved princess, I'll long
To love you, frozen in the snow
Is my love by all the woe of my soul,
Cruel separation I endure faithfully.
But you must leave, go, and let me mourn."
A wall of yellow stones surrounded the Temple
Of Overflowing Bliss,
Oil lamps light lit up the temple,
Where the crystal brightness of fire
The hall wrapped in a golden dress,
There shimmered ivory and white jade.
(But light is the Almighty's grace.)
Li Longji sat on his throne
In the temple, which was of white marble,
Vines twined on the Son of Heaven,
And little birds and fishes crystal clear
Ornate this throne. And wonderful
Sound of a gong's golden melody.
And suffering felt China's Emperor Li.
And the bride and groom, they knelt side
By side in the circular hall's center.
And Lady Yang was covered in suffering
With a beaded veil according to the custom,
That none saw how litte the beautiful was.
And drums sounded through the silence aloud,
Together flashed with terror the bride.
The fat mandarin raised with litany
And consecrated to their God that pair.
Howling raised a horn its sound.
And Su Chi lifted the veil nice and clear,
The most beautiful bride looked with clearly,
But in the eye secretly a tear.
Li Longji felt fire in his veins.
And tender glances flew between them,
Between Heaven's Son and the bride.
"I would not serve him with my life,"
Has Lady Yang's soul entrusted
To his soul, who grayed out in front of Prince Su Chi.
And the bride and groom near the marble throne
In humility stood before the Son of Heaven.
And Longji whispered into her ear:
"For you I 've done everything nice,
The wedding was to be your lucky goal,
And love shall be your light in every night."
She said, "You have deprived me of my happiness,
Because without you my life is void
And I care neither for poetry nor love!"
And the night crept Su Chi to her,
A yellow light shone through the bed curtain:
"Do you have fun, my girl?
I hope the time is not long for youß
Yu are my desire,
queen of my flesh,
Pillow-books you should read better
As your poetry and exegesis."
She thought to herself, "You can not beguile me,
While yours is now my destiny and my life,
But my love and soul belongs
To the Son of Heaven! I want to weave with him
All of my limbs' female-tenderly tremor,
Pillow-books I would not need with him,
For he is as tender as a Li Bai poem."
Her beautiful breasts were very sore
From his rough hunting and equestrian hands.
She paused with her heart, but her mouth
Spoke so (it shook her sore loins),:
"Fate seems to send me in your bed,
So I must endeavor to you before all
The concubines to please you tenderly."
In the Palace of the Peony
Lots of golden gardens were in the wind
Of autumn, wild storms tried
To defoliate the roses wild and quickly.
And there was a subterranean labyrinth,
This results in large chaos and confusion without
Signposts to the palace of Heaven's Son.
She lived in the Palace of the Half Moon,
From pear and plum trees surrounded,
Since Guefe nursed her often sorrowful mind
With the fruits of the plump of life,
Which were delicate and in mist weaven,
She also often stood before the small Spring Fountain
Of the Magnificent Unicorn.
Li Longji said to the Prince Su Chi,:
"You want to go in the countries of the Uighurs?
They eat the flesh still quite raw.
And Lady Yang? To her with your whores
Leave your adoulterous tracks?
I know there's something better for her:
You may talk to her about poetry!"
But Su Chi replied to his father:
"Estimated Father, Son of Heaven! What
That subjects, you are to me just a bad master.
What do you talk about poetry
And Odes in the old tunes?
Oh so I was plagued by the mandarins!
Other things I want from a concubine!"
Li Longji sighed: He was cultivated,
Just as the entire imperial court of the Tang,
Except the Prince, oh, who was brutalized
And not worth the lovely Lady Yang.
And Li remembered her voice's sound ,
She sang as sweetly as a nightingale
And like the harmony in universe.
And Su Chi said, "I want her out,
I like her never, and there are also much
Too many thorns to me in her roses,
And she has not mastered the bearing clearance
And as I have has another life's goal."
Li Longji sighed: Bitter as the yeast
Was sure every night for his Guefe .
Li Longji loved Guefe still,
The delicate cheeks like ivory,
But he went under his office yoke;
She could be the Empress of China
And blissful through him and God alone!
He longed for her forest pond eyes
And want to suck kisses from her lips.
Now came into Guefe's life a woe!
Because Chingchin, her dear maid moaned:
"Ah hurt is in my breast, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
It was the evil fate that taunted
Yang Guefe who leaned half-fainting
To a chair and wept for the maid
(And to her tears I consecrate a verse):
"Oh Chingchin, dearest to me of all the maids,
Oh dear Chingchin, my little friend!
Together we read the philosophers
And the poets, who by the yellow wine
And by love singing sweet and pure;
And now you have been poisoned? Distress
Murdered my heart, ah hurt, because you're – dead!..."
And then entered the room Lady Fu:
"I hear your maid is dead?
The spirits may give her the peace of mind
With her ancestors when she spoiled also
And has wooed those strange god,
Whom Alopen proclaimed (let those
Promises of eternal paradise)."
Li Longji was sitting in the Lord's Hall,
The Beautiful Hall of Supreme Harmony,
And to him the ministers were all
Talking about war diplomacy,
When in that highest hall she entered,
Yang Guefe (who was so beautiful born)
And her eyes sparkled with anger!
Li Longji was wearing the jewelry of green jade,
A phoenix carved from pale green.
Yang Guefe asked the Son of Heaven for mercy,
Asked for hearing, in her soul bold,
The dark eyes flashes of fire:
"Lady Fu is a bad woman, a murderer,
Because by her venom my maid is dead!"
In the evening, Yang Guefe went under the room,
Where China's Son of Heaven had his camp.
"O Guefe , you're more beautiful than a dream!
The beloved Chingchin now lives as a shade
In paradise on colorful flowers meadows.
The life of man is indeed not everlasting.
But I feel with thee thy heart's grief."
She wore a dress of red and scarlet,
The face under black scarf hidden,
Flee from her forest pond eyes tears
Of sorrow of the soul and heart's grief;
Yet she was more beautiful than the morning,
When dew dripping from Aurora's eyelashes.
Li Longji was missing words for the beauty of the woman.
And in the room Guefes came in.
Prince Su Chi was angry, with three eunuchs.
Yang Guefe was like the heart of a stone,
She looked for a quick prayer
In her heart (but the eunuchs curse),
Then she screamed inside, "O Heaven! help me
And protect me powerful, I 'm not holy!"
And the eunuchs tied
To a crossbar (what blue butterflies
And purple peonies). And with stones
They beat her with a leather sling,
She whipped them. "That I force you down!"
Xried, who was come, Lady Fu:
"And now, Yang Guefe, kiss my shoe!"
And Lady Fu spoke to Lady Yang:
"From this day on to serve my son in humility,
I'll let the eunuchs here, that you long
Can talk to them, you concubine,
As if they were taught Mandarins.
Otherwise you'll see no one. Stay in the house."
And so went out Lady Fu.
And Lady Yang asked the three eunuchs
To drink a little yellow wine with her.
She went to look for a little powder,
That the eunuchs soon sink into sleep.
And so it happened. "Their mouths stink!
I will flee before them and flee to the throne
Quickly of the Emperor, the Son of Heaven."
She hurried through the labyrinth of tunnels
And came to the imperial palace of the court.
She hurried stormy as October wind
And was quite out of breath from the haste.
Li Longji stood at once with a guest
In the room, torn by pain. Oh, no,
The woman was Guefe, was his gem!
"I need help, dear Son of Heaven!
Please look what they did to me!"
The wounds were as red as red poppies,
What saw his eyes with pain.
Li Longji moaned softly, "I feel,
What they did to you, it ought to atone."
And she sank down weak at his feet.
O God, O God! how much was bruised
His sweetheart, his tears affected.
He put his delicate hands of man
On her chest (the silk dress was open).
She cried softly, "Li Longji, I should hope,
That I now am allowed to sleep in your bed,
And tomorrow we read Li Bai's sonnets."
Li Longji different from Lady Fu said,
"The Empress now is Lady Guefe Yang!"
He sent his son, Prince Su Chi,
To the barbarian Uighurs, where he long
Could listen to the gallop of the horses,
Listen to Turks sabers, where he never
Reporte will China's poetry.
And Alopen, he married Lady Yang
In a sweet black silk dress
With the beloved Son of Heaven Ming -huang.
Heaven kept away from them any suffering,
The kingdom of love stood for both
Wide open, and they celebrated the holidays
In the Modest House of the White Heron.
Fragrant rice age - the peasant dance
Of the south danced joyfully Lady Yang.
In a silver tree a golden bird very
Ecstatic beats its wings to the sound.
And joyfully cheered Ming -huang
And dit the "sweet ride through the Jade Gate"
With the golden branch of jade buds...
Pillow-books you should read better
As your poetry and exegesis."
She thought to herself, "You can not beguile me,
While yours is now my destiny and my life,
But my love and soul belongs
To the Son of Heaven! I want to weave with him
All of my limbs' female-tenderly tremor,
Pillow-books I would not need with him,
For he is as tender as a Li Bai poem."
Her beautiful breasts were very sore
From his rough hunting and equestrian hands.
She paused with her heart, but her mouth
Spoke so (it shook her sore loins),:
"Fate seems to send me in your bed,
So I must endeavor to you before all
The concubines to please you tenderly."
In the Palace of the Peony
Lots of golden gardens were in the wind
Of autumn, wild storms tried
To defoliate the roses wild and quickly.
And there was a subterranean labyrinth,
This results in large chaos and confusion without
Signposts to the palace of Heaven's Son.
She lived in the Palace of the Half Moon,
From pear and plum trees surrounded,
Since Guefe nursed her often sorrowful mind
With the fruits of the plump of life,
Which were delicate and in mist weaven,
She also often stood before the small Spring Fountain
Of the Magnificent Unicorn.
Li Longji said to the Prince Su Chi,:
"You want to go in the countries of the Uighurs?
They eat the flesh still quite raw.
And Lady Yang? To her with your whores
Leave your adoulterous tracks?
I know there's something better for her:
You may talk to her about poetry!"
But Su Chi replied to his father:
"Estimated Father, Son of Heaven! What
That subjects, you are to me just a bad master.
What do you talk about poetry
And Odes in the old tunes?
Oh so I was plagued by the mandarins!
Other things I want from a concubine!"
Li Longji sighed: He was cultivated,
Just as the entire imperial court of the Tang,
Except the Prince, oh, who was brutalized
And not worth the lovely Lady Yang.
And Li remembered her voice's sound ,
She sang as sweetly as a nightingale
And like the harmony in universe.
And Su Chi said, "I want her out,
I like her never, and there are also much
Too many thorns to me in her roses,
And she has not mastered the bearing clearance
And as I have has another life's goal."
Li Longji sighed: Bitter as the yeast
Was sure every night for his Guefe .
Li Longji loved Guefe still,
The delicate cheeks like ivory,
But he went under his office yoke;
She could be the Empress of China
And blissful through him and God alone!
He longed for her forest pond eyes
And want to suck kisses from her lips.
Now came into Guefe's life a woe!
Because Chingchin, her dear maid moaned:
"Ah hurt is in my breast, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
It was the evil fate that taunted
Yang Guefe who leaned half-fainting
To a chair and wept for the maid
(And to her tears I consecrate a verse):
"Oh Chingchin, dearest to me of all the maids,
Oh dear Chingchin, my little friend!
Together we read the philosophers
And the poets, who by the yellow wine
And by love singing sweet and pure;
And now you have been poisoned? Distress
Murdered my heart, ah hurt, because you're – dead!..."
And then entered the room Lady Fu:
"I hear your maid is dead?
The spirits may give her the peace of mind
With her ancestors when she spoiled also
And has wooed those strange god,
Whom Alopen proclaimed (let those
Promises of eternal paradise)."
Li Longji was sitting in the Lord's Hall,
The Beautiful Hall of Supreme Harmony,
And to him the ministers were all
Talking about war diplomacy,
When in that highest hall she entered,
Yang Guefe (who was so beautiful born)
And her eyes sparkled with anger!
Li Longji was wearing the jewelry of green jade,
A phoenix carved from pale green.
Yang Guefe asked the Son of Heaven for mercy,
Asked for hearing, in her soul bold,
The dark eyes flashes of fire:
"Lady Fu is a bad woman, a murderer,
Because by her venom my maid is dead!"
In the evening, Yang Guefe went under the room,
Where China's Son of Heaven had his camp.
"O Guefe , you're more beautiful than a dream!
The beloved Chingchin now lives as a shade
In paradise on colorful flowers meadows.
The life of man is indeed not everlasting.
But I feel with thee thy heart's grief."
She wore a dress of red and scarlet,
The face under black scarf hidden,
Flee from her forest pond eyes tears
Of sorrow of the soul and heart's grief;
Yet she was more beautiful than the morning,
When dew dripping from Aurora's eyelashes.
Li Longji was missing words for the beauty of the woman.
And in the room Guefes came in.
Prince Su Chi was angry, with three eunuchs.
Yang Guefe was like the heart of a stone,
She looked for a quick prayer
In her heart (but the eunuchs curse),
Then she screamed inside, "O Heaven! help me
And protect me powerful, I 'm not holy!"
And the eunuchs tied
To a crossbar (what blue butterflies
And purple peonies). And with stones
They beat her with a leather sling,
She whipped them. "That I force you down!"
Xried, who was come, Lady Fu:
"And now, Yang Guefe, kiss my shoe!"
And Lady Fu spoke to Lady Yang:
"From this day on to serve my son in humility,
I'll let the eunuchs here, that you long
Can talk to them, you concubine,
As if they were taught Mandarins.
Otherwise you'll see no one. Stay in the house."
And so went out Lady Fu.
And Lady Yang asked the three eunuchs
To drink a little yellow wine with her.
She went to look for a little powder,
That the eunuchs soon sink into sleep.
And so it happened. "Their mouths stink!
I will flee before them and flee to the throne
Quickly of the Emperor, the Son of Heaven."
She hurried through the labyrinth of tunnels
And came to the imperial palace of the court.
She hurried stormy as October wind
And was quite out of breath from the haste.
Li Longji stood at once with a guest
In the room, torn by pain. Oh, no,
The woman was Guefe, was his gem!
"I need help, dear Son of Heaven!
Please look what they did to me!"
The wounds were as red as red poppies,
What saw his eyes with pain.
Li Longji moaned softly, "I feel,
What they did to you, it ought to atone."
And she sank down weak at his feet.
O God, O God! how much was bruised
His sweetheart, his tears affected.
He put his delicate hands of man
On her chest (the silk dress was open).
She cried softly, "Li Longji, I should hope,
That I now am allowed to sleep in your bed,
And tomorrow we read Li Bai's sonnets."
Li Longji different from Lady Fu said,
"The Empress now is Lady Guefe Yang!"
He sent his son, Prince Su Chi,
To the barbarian Uighurs, where he long
Could listen to the gallop of the horses,
Listen to Turks sabers, where he never
Reporte will China's poetry.
And Alopen, he married Lady Yang
In a sweet black silk dress
With the beloved Son of Heaven Ming -huang.
Heaven kept away from them any suffering,
The kingdom of love stood for both
Wide open, and they celebrated the holidays
In the Modest House of the White Heron.
Fragrant rice age - the peasant dance
Of the south danced joyfully Lady Yang.
In a silver tree a golden bird very
Ecstatic beats its wings to the sound.
And joyfully cheered Ming -huang
And dit the "sweet ride through the Jade Gate"
With the golden branch of jade buds...
