Ruan Lang GuiYan Jidao

In the sky-kissing palmAutumnal dew has turned to frost.The clouds send off the wild geeseThat in a symbolic array fly.Green wine and red sleeves invite the ninth moon ninth,Things here differ little from my home town.

I wear purple orchids in my dress,I pin yellow chrysanthemums on my hair:To old wantonness free rein I give.Sadness I will change for drunkenness;When I sing, let not sad songsLacerate my heart.