Classic Poem

To you, my lord, a gold goblet of vintage wine,
And a carved lute of tortoiseshell in a jade casket
Feather-edged curtains of seven-colored hibiscus,
And a silken quilt embroidered with nine-flowered vines
Rosy cheeks will fade as the years roll on,
The chill moon circles round as the seasons pass.
If my lord would banish sorrow and brood no more,
Let him listen to my songs of the weary road,
Sung to the beat of the drum
You have seen the Cypress Beam and the Brazen Bird?
Where now is the pure music of those ancient flutes?