Sitting in the green, covered passage-way, watching the strange, red clouds of evening,
Listening to the lovely music of flageolets and strings,
The Golden Valley is not much to boast of.
A SONG FOR THE HOUR WHEN THE CROWS ROOST
BY LI T'AI-PO
This is the hour when the crows come to roost on the Ku Su Terrace.
In his Palace, the King of Wu is drinking with Hsi Shih.
Songs of Wu—posturings of Ch'u dances—and yet the revels are not finished.