There are more than one poem titled Untitled by Li Shangyin. The following epigrams are selected:

1. Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted by Li Shangyin:

time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. -epigram

and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. -epigram

mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. ?

There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.

2. Untitled the stars of last night and the wind of last night

the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.

though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. -epigram

across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp.

till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift.

3. Untitled you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace

you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell.

I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale.

blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, musk deer smoked hibiscus slightly embroidered.

but far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away.

a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. ?

The golden toad is locked and burned incense, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn.

a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished.

in love, there is no competition between flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?. -epigram

4, "Untitled Five Ancient Stories"

When I was eight years old, I stole a mirror and I was able to draw with long eyebrows.

go for an outing at the age of ten, and hibiscus will be a skirt.

twelve learned to play the Zheng, but the silver armor never came off.

Fourteen Tibetans have six relatives, and I know that I am still unmarried.

the fifteenth weeping spring breeze, under the swing on the back.