Lletres: The Roches. Cloud Dancing.

Every morning I get up
Beautiful as the Goddess
Of love in enchanted mountain

Every night I go to bed
Seductive as Yang Kuei-fei
The imperial concubine

My slender waist and thighs
Are exhausted and weak
From a night of cloud dancing
But my eyes are still lewd
And my cheeks are flushed

My old wet nurse combs
My cloud-like hair
My lover, fragrant as incense

Adjusts my jade hairpins
And draws on my silk stockings
Over my feet and legs

Perfumed with orchids
And once again we fall over
Overwhelmed with passion