The La Festival*
On the La Festival in ordinary years warm weather is still far away,
this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.
Subduing the color of snow the yellow daylily returns,
in the light of spring leaking through there are fronds of willows.
To have ale as I please I will plan a good night to get drunk,
I return home, having just concluded dawn court at Zichen Palace.
a chap-balm for lips and face cream came with imperial grace,
in an azure tube and silver ewer descending from the nine-tiered heavens.
* The eighth day of the twelfth month.
（Stephen Owen 译）