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.”
鳳髻金泥帶,
龍紋玉掌梳,
走來窗下笑相扶,
愛道畫眉深淺入時無?
弄筆偎人久,
插花試手初,
等閑妨了繡功夫,
笑問鴛鴦兩字怎生書?