ON SEEING THE PORTRAIT OF A BEAUTIFUL CONCUBINE
Florence Wheelock Ayscough translation
Fine rain, Spring mud Slippery as bean curds. In a rose-red flash, she approaches— Beautiful, sparkling like wine; Tottering as though overcome with wine. Her little feet slip on the sliding path; Who will support her? Clearly it is her picture We see here, In a rose-red silken dress, Her hair plaited like the folds Of the hundred clouds. It is Manshu.
Ch'en Hung-Shou, 19th Century