清平調之二 A Song of Pure Happiness II

李白 Li Bai

There's a perfume stealing moist from a shaft of red blossom,
yī zhī hóng yàn lù níng xiāng ,
And a mist, through the heart, from the magical Hill of Wu- -
yún yǔ wū shān wǎng duàn cháng 。
The palaces of China have never known such beauty-
jiè wèn hàn gōng shuí dé shì ,
Not even Flying Swallow with all her glittering garments.
kě lián fēi yàn yǐ xīn zhuāng 。

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