Translation:
Intoxicated under the shallow of flowers---the Double Ninth Festival
Light mists, heavy clouds
makes the dreary day very melancholy,
the burning incense is dying away,
in the golden censer.
It is the time again,
the sweet double ninth day,
The coolness of midnight,
chills the silk screen and jade pillow.
Drinking by the east hedge after twilight,
I smell the flower fragrance from my sleeves ,
is that enchanting?
I can not say no, only
when the west wind blow the the curtain,
needn't I get more caring than the yellow chrysanthemum?