Proverbs and Poems on Double Ninth Festival
TIPSY IN THE FLOWERS' SHADE 醉花阴
Thin is the mist and thick the clouds, so sad I stay.
From golden censer incense smokes all day.
The Double Ninth comes now again;
Alone I still remain In the curtain of gauze, on pillow, smooth like jade,
Feeling the midnight chill invade.
At dusk I drink before chrysanthemums in bloom;
My sleeves are filled with fragrance and with gloom.
Say not my soul Is not consumed. Should western wind uproll
The curtain of my bower,
'Twould show a thinner face than yellow flower.