Li Qingzhao


To the Tune of Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers
The Double Ninth Festival

	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. Lucy Chow Ho