English Rendering
It’s not the lord who prized the Palace Phoenix,
Nor the lady who envied the moth-brow fair.
’Twas the barbarian proud who sealed her fate,
And the painter unfair that caused despair.
The Tartar land was bleak where she was wed,
Unlike the Han Palace where she might have stayed.
Her heart was bored and wrapped in deep distress;
What could she say when she must go horsed and arrayed!
