忆对中秋丹桂丛，花在杯中，月在杯中。今宵楼上一尊同，云湿纱龙，雨湿纱龙。 浑欲乘风问化工，路也难通，信也难通。满堂唯有烛花红，杯且从容，歌且从容。 Remembering that Mid-Autumn night, the cassia trees in wild bloom — Flowers drifted through my wine; the moon drowned in my cup. Tonight, high upon the tower, we drink once more, While mist clings to the gauze windows, and rain lashes the latticed screens. I would ride the wind, and seek the Maker of worlds, Yet the roads are long, and messages break on the way. In this vast hall, only the red flames of candles burn fierce — Come, let us drink deep, let us sing bold, before sorrow can claim the night. 忆中秋夜，丹桂怒放， 花影穿酒，月色沉杯。 今宵楼头，再举长觞， 轻霭缠纱窗，细雨拍画栊。 我欲乘风而起，问那造化之主， 奈何路漫漫，信使难至。 广堂之中，唯有烛火烈烈燃烧—— 来吧，且痛饮，且高歌，趁这夜未被哀愁夺去！
