Tune: “Tipsy in the Flower’s Shade”
The Double Ninth Festival
In thin mist and thick cloud of incense, sad I stay.
The animal-shaped censer I see all day.
The double Ninth Festival comes again.
Still alone I remain
In the curtain of gauze, on a pillow of jade,
Which the midnight chill begins to invade.
After dusk I drink wine by East Hedge in full bloom,
My sleeves filled with fragrance and gloom.
Say not my soul
Is not consumed! Should the west wind uproll
The curtain of my bower,
‘Twould show a thinner face than yellow flower.