I'm infatuated with the beautiful Shin from the celestial garden:
Lying on the pillow with her flower stamen,
My mouth fills with the pure perfume of the waters of her stream.
Twilight comes, then moonlight's shadows, as we sing our new songs.
«A Woman's Body has the fragrance of a Narcissus»
One should gaze long at King Chu's hill, then ascend it.
Midnight on the jade bed amid regretful dreams.
A flower opening beneth the thrust of the plum branch,
Rocking gently, gently her water-nymph thighs.