After a Gale (to the tune of Ru Meng Ling)

by Li Qingzhao (1084 - about 1151)

After a gale with heavy drops of rain last night,

I wake up in the morning still tipsy.

“How are my flowers?”

I ask the maid when she comes in.

“As usual,” she answers.

No, no! the greens ought to be fatter,

And the reds thinner!”