Fine buildings in the fragrant forest face the tall pavilions,
The beauty of her newly made-up face could bring down a city wall.
In the light from the door she composes herself, hesitates a moment,
Comes out from the curtains, controls her feelings, welcomes me with a smile.
The bewitching beauty of her face is like a dew-filled flower,
The moving light from the jade tree shines on the back-garden.