Confessional

There was wine in a cup of gold

　　and a girl of fifteen from Wu，

　　her eyebrows¹ painted dark

　　and with slippers² of red brocade.

　　If her conversation was poor，

　　how beautifully she could sing！

　　Together we dined and drank

　　until she settled in my arms.

　　Behind her curtains

　　embroidered³ with lotuses，

　　how could I refuse

　　the temptation of her advances？