如梦令

Last night a sprinkling of rain,

a violent wind.

After a deep sleep, still not recovered

from the lingering effect of wine,

I inquired of the one rolling up the screen;

But the answer came: "The cherry-apple blossoms are still the same."

"Oh, don't you know, don't you know?

The red must be getting thin,

while the green is becoming plump."