TUNE: A SOUTHERN SONG

 

Her golden-ribboned hair

With jeweled comb so fair,

She comes before the window to ask me with a smile:

“Are my eyebrows penciled in fashionable style?”

Leaning on me so long that I can’t write a line,

She wastes her time without tracing any design,

Only asking me how to spell these words:

“A pair of love-birds.”

南歌子

凤髻金泥带，

龙纹玉掌梳，

走来窗下笑相扶，

爱道画眉深浅入时无？

弄笔偎人久，

插花试手初，

等闲妨了绣功夫，

笑问鸳鸯两字怎生书？