Nantang huan xi sha:
The Night of the Sixteenth
Jade awry and fragrance swirling in the midnight light:
On red soft carpets the feast has just begun.
The fair moon’s favor on man waned not a bit;
Last night it was full.
Crimson candles have burnt out in the wind, but the merry mood is not yet stated;
A stroll amid lanterns will have to wait for next year.
Better to have the phoenix flutes play until dawn,
Lest the flowers close their lids.