Deserted now the Imperial bowers
Save by some few poor lonely flowers...
One white-haired dame,
An emperor's flame,
Sits down and tells of bygone hours.

"At an Old Palace" 《行宫), in Gems of Chinese Literature, trans. Herbert A. Giles | Deserted now imperial bowers. For whom still redden palace flowers? Some white-haired chambermaids at leisure Talk of the late emperor's pleasure. | "At an Old Palace", in Song of the Immortals: An Anthology of Classical Chinese Poetry, trans. Yuanchong Xu (Beijing: New World Press, 1994), p. 128 | The ancient Palace lies in desolation spread. The very garden flowers in solitude grow red. Only some withered dames with whitened hair remain, Who sit there idly talking of mystic monarchs dead. | "The Ancient Palace", as translated by W. J. B. Fletcher in Lotus and Chrysanthemum: An Anthology of Chinese and Japanese Poetry (New York: Boni & Liveright, 1934), p. 107

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