to the tune of "Strangers
In Paradise Palace, a T'ien-t'ai beauty
Is taking a nap in Painted Hall
And no one speaks.
She moves her pillow...
Black shines her hair as a blackbird's feathers.
From her flowered dress one senses stranger perfumes.
As I tiptoe up, a pearl jewel moves
And she wakes from a dream of mandarin ducks.
On her serious face a small smile gathers:
We watch each other in endless love.