You, wild hawk

You, wild hawk,
stop rending my innards.
Shall I give you money?
Shall I give you silver?
A Chinese silk skirt,
a Korean ritual dress,
gauze petticoats,
white satin belt,
a cloudy wig from the north,
a jade hairpin,
a bamboo hairpin,
a silk knife in an inlaid case,
a golden knife in an amber case,
a coral brooch from the far south,
a gold ring set with a blue bell
shaped like a heavenly peach,
sandals with yellow pearl strings,
embroidered hemp sandals?
For a night worth thousands of gold pieces,
give me one chance at your dimples,
lovely and fresh as a flower,
grant me only one night,
priceless as a swift steed!
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