To the tune of "Intoxicated in the Shadow of Flowers" <br /> <br />Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day; <br />auspicious incense burns in the gold animal. <br />Once again, it is the joyous mid-autumn festival, <br />but a midnight chill <br />touches my jade pillow and silk bed-screen. <br /> <br />I drink wine by the eastern fence in the yellow dusk. <br />Now a dark fragrance fills <br />my sleeves and makes me spin. <br />The bamboo blinds sway in the west wind. <br />And I am even thinner than a yellow flower.<br /><br />Li Ch'ing Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-18-2/
