醉花荫
李清照
薄雾浓云愁永昼,瑞脑销金兽.佳节又重阳,玉枕纱橱,半夜凉初透.
东篱把酒黄昏后,有暗香盈袖.莫道不销魂,帘卷西风,人比黄花瘦!
To the Tune of Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers
Li Qingzhao
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.