Today I wanted to share the loving words written from the past …
Emperor Wu of Han
the second translation …
The Beauty Song
In the north there is a beauty; peerless and independent.
A glance from her will overthrow a city; another glance will overthrow a nation.
One would rather not know whether it will be a city or a nation that will be overthrown.
As it would be difficult to behold such a beauty again.
By Li Yannian