薄霧濃云愁永晝，瑞腦消金獸。佳節(jié)又重陽，玉枕紗廚，半夜涼初透。

東籬把酒黃昏后，有暗香盈袖。莫道不銷魂，簾卷西風，人比黃花瘦。

To the Tune of Intoxicated 

Under the Shadow of Flowers

By Li Qingzhao

許淵沖 譯

Light mists and heavy clouds,
melancholy the long dreary day.
In the golden censer
the burning incense is dying away.    
It is again time
for the lovely Double-Ninth Festival;
The coolness of midnight
penetrates my screen of sheer silk
and chills my pillow of jade.

After drinking wine at twilight
under the chrysanthemum hedge,
My sleeves are perfumed
by the fragrance of the plants.
Oh, I cannot say it is not endearing,
Only, when the west wind stir the curtain,
I see that I am more gracile
than the yellow flowers.