English Rendering
The dust which eur u chs'carriages raise
Darkens at noon the public ways.
Of their gold the eunuchs are proud;
Their mansions rise to scrape the cloud.
I meet those who can make cocks fight,
With caps and cabs, so fair and bright.
Into rainbows they blow their breath,
Passers-by are frightened to death.
There is no connoisseur in this age.
Who can tell a thief from as age?
