The seven states and the three frontiers have caused him no worry;
At thirteen he inherited the title of Marquis of Fu-p’ing.
He does not pick up the golden pellets lost beyond the woods,
But begrudges the silver pulley-frame above the well.
Among the decorated trees, lanterns glisten like scattered pearls;
Round the sandalwood pillow are elaborate carvings like jade.
The attendants on duty will not announce an early morning caller;
His lordship has newly acquired a beauty named Sans Souci.