Drunk with mume blossoms, I won’t go homewards.
曾为梅花醉不归，
The beauties clinging to my sleeves, ask for verse fine.
佳人挽袖乞新词。
I write all in bright red on a belt of lovebirds;
轻红遍写鸳鸯带，
They try to fill my jadeite cup with dark green wine.
浓碧争斟翡翠卮。
I am already old,
人已老，
But old things are no more.
事皆非。
I can’t drink with flowers, my sleeves with tears are cold.
花前不饮泪沾衣。
Now I would only sleep with closed door,
如今但欲关门睡，
And let mume petals fly like snow in the sky.
一任梅花作雪飞。