(987–1053)
Song
She lowers her fragrant curtain,
wanting to speak her love.
She hesitates, she frowns—
the night is too soon over!
Her lover is first to bed,
warming the duck-down quilt.
She lays aside her needle,
drops her rich silk skirt,
eager for his embrace.
He asks one thing:
that the lamp remain lit.
He wants to see her face.
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