Confessional

There was wine in a cup of gold

and a girl of fifteen from Wu，

her eyebrows painted dark

and with slippers 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

embroidered with lotuses，

how could I refuse

the temptation of her advances？