醉花陰﹒重九 Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers

薄霧濃云愁永晝  Light mists and heavy clouds,
  melancholy the long dreary day,
瑞腦消金獸      In the golden censer 
  the burning incense is dying away.
佳節又重陽      It is again time
  for the lovely Double Nineth festival;
玉枕紗廚        The coolness of midnight
半夜涼出透          penetraties my screen of shear silk
     and chills my pillow of jade.

東籬把酒黃昏後  After drinking wine after twilight
  under the chrysanthemum hedge,
有暗香盈袖      My sleeves are perfumed
  by the faint fragance of the plants.
莫道不消魂      Oh, I cannot say it is not enchanting,
簾卷西風        Only, when the west wind stirs the curtain,
人比黃花瘦      I see that I am more gracile
   than the yellow flowers.

李清照      By Li QingChow   tr. Lucy Chow Ho