Loosely she has done up her hair;
Thinly she has powdered her face.
In rosy smoke and purple mist she looks so fair;
As light as willowdown she walks with grace.
Before we part, we long to meet;
Amorous, she seems not in love.
Awake from wine and songs so sweet,
The courtyard is still and bright the moon above.
寶髻松松挽就,
鉛華淡淡妝成。
紅煙翠霧罩輕盈,
飛絮游絲無定。
相見爭如不見,
有情還似無情。
笙歌散后酒微醒,
深院月明人靜。