The sun has set, the gate is surely closed, And sorrowful thoughts rise in a hundred ways.
The more so as the emperor’s palace is so near: The breeze carries the sounds of song and music!
I do not hate him for his change of heart, But that false slander was simply too cruel:
I could only appeal to principle in my defense — I am not jealous of her waist, however slim.
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