English Rendering
By his last decree, I serve the departed king,
Forcing a smile and makeup, my brows I darken.
Years change the color of the tomb-side trees’ spring,
Yet his favor lives on in my dancing gown’s sheen.
An air of autumn chills the jade throne now,
The Bronze Terrace glows under the sunset’s glow.
Tear stains mark the well’s rail, silent and deep,
For whom are these long, long dancing sleeves to keep?
