"There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

Drunken Flower Yin

Author: Li Qingzhao

The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is endless, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Notes:

① Zuihuayin: Maopang creates the tune.

② Ruinao: namely borneol. A spice.

③Golden Beast: Beast-shaped copper incense burner.

④Jade pillow screen: Porcelain pillow screen. Porcelain is as white as jade, hence its good name.

⑤Dongli: refers to the chrysanthemum garden.

⑥Ecstasy: describes extreme sorrow.

Translation:

The thin mist and dense clouds stirred up sorrow until daytime, and the spices of borneol had already been burned out in the furnace of golden beasts. The beautiful festival is here again on the Double Ninth Festival. The white porcelain pillows and the bed and kitchen shrouded in light gauze have just soaked in the cool air of yesterday's midnight.

Drinking in Dongli until dusk, the faint fragrance of yellow chrysanthemum filled my sleeves. Not to mention that it will not destroy the soul, the bead curtain is rolled up because of the west wind, and the young woman in the boudoir is even thinner than the yellow flower.