To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" <br /> <br />Light mists and heavy clouds, <br /> melancholy the long dreary day. <br /> <br />In the golden censer <br /> the burning incense is dying away. <br /> <br />It is again time <br /> for the lovely Double-Ninth Festival; <br /> <br />The coolness of midnight <br /> penetrates my screen of sheer silk <br /> and chills my pillow of jade. <br /> <br /> <br />After drinking wine at twilight <br /> under the chrysanthemum hedge, <br /> <br />My sleeves are perfumed <br /> by the fragrance of the plants. <br /> <br />Oh, I cannot say it is not endearing, <br /> <br />Only, when the west wind stirs the curtain, <br /> I see that I am more gracile <br /> than the yellow flowers.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-double-ninth-festival/
