Ci of     
Li Yu

The lovely one dances tip-toe,
    her golden hairpin slippen out;
Nauseated by wine, she often plucks
    flower buds to smell,
While from the other palace is heard dimly
    the music of fifes and drums.

Her silken sleeves are stained
with the scarlet dregs
Of fragrant wine, which tints the deep goblet.
Leaning aslant on the embroidered bed,
her chars indescribable,
She chews until pulpy the red flossy silk
And laughingly spits it out at her lover.

tr. Lu Wu-chi