Confessional

by Li Bai

　　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?

　　Li Po