To the tune of ‘Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers’
melancholy the long dreary day.In the golden censerthe burning incense is dying away.It is again timefor the lovely Double-Ninth Festival;The coolness of midnightpenetrates my screen of sheer silkand chills my pillow of jade.After drinking wine at twilightunder the chrysanthemum hedge,My sleeves are perfumedby the fragrance of the plants.Oh, I cannot say it is not endearing,Only,…