网轩凉吹动轻衣，

夜听更生玉漏稀。

月渡天河光转湿，

鹊惊秋树叶频飞。

Autumn Felt from a Boundoir

The wind blows chill through her curtains and her dress thin set.

The hourglass drips so slow for the watchman out.

The Moon's crossed the Heavenly Stream, its light gone wet,

And magpies, startled, shake the dry leaves about.

（王宝童 译）