宮詞 A Song of the Palace

朱慶餘 Zhu Qingyu

Now that the palace-gate has softly closed on its flowers,
jì jì huā shí bì yuàn mén ,
Ladies file out to their pavilion of jade,
měi rén xiāng bìng lì qióng xuān 。
Abrim to the lips with imperial gossip
hán qíng yù shuō gōng zhōng shì ,
But not daring to breathe it with a parrot among them.
yīng wǔ qián tóu bù gǎn yán 。

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