|Small Greeting Card||Large Greeting Card||Postcard|
|4" x 6"||5" x 7.5"||4" x 6"|
You took our love and you did it
Sell the love poems, that you wrote for me
And with their money buys wine cups,
I pray that you remain mute,
You do not write more poems.
Because wine hurts us both
And the words of your heart
Have become the common language
of the concubines of the emperor.
The wife of a poet