So my name too is on the list for the festival gift Of fine clothes tailored
in the Imperial palace. The fine muslin looks unusually soft in the
breeze; The fragrant silk gauze folds up like a thin layer of snow.
I note the label bears His Majesty's handwriting, hardly dry; The
summer heat will vanish once I have these on. How did they guess
my size so accurately? Forever I shall remember my master's fitting
grace.