小阁重帘有燕过，
晚花红片落庭莎，
曲阑干影入凉波。
一霎好风生翠幕，
几回疏雨滴圆荷？
酒醒人散得愁多。
By double-curtained bower I see swallows pass;
Red petals of late flowers fall on courtyard grass,
The winding rails’ shadow mingles with ripples cold.
A sudden gale blows and ruffles emerald screen.
How many times has rain dripped on lotus leaves green?
Awake from wine, the grief to see guests gone makes me old.