The Days Spent Surrounded by the Four Empresses

The Northern Empress cleaves open the mountains with one sword,

The Southern Empress punches her way across the endless sea.

The Eastern Empress's ethereal zither reaches the heavens,

The Western Empress's divine bow pierces the earth.

Yet they all crowd around me. "Song'er, come warm your master's bed."

Me??? Do I really have to go? (Miserable face)

You do! You're spending the night with me! (In unison)

The path of cultivation defies heaven, but your young master is an immortal.

Thunder from heaven and earth cannot move me; I only wish to play a tune on my pipa.

The four Empresses are my masters; I stand beneath the sky and tread upon the earth.