jì jì huā shí bì yuàn mén,
měi rén xiāng bìng lì qióng xuān。
hán qíng yù shuō gōng zhōng shì,
yīng wǔ qián tóu bù gǎn yán。
Now that the palace-gate has softly closed on its flowers,
Ladies file out to their pavilion of jade,
Abrim to the lips with imperial gossip
But not daring to breathe it with a parrot among them.