A setting sun of smelted gold, matched perfectly with sunset clouds
Where is the one I wait for, now?
Dyed-willow billows grow thicker, odes to blossoms the flute laments
How much time for spring is left, now?
The Lantern Festival visits, the weather clement and pleasant
How does no rain nor wind come, now?
Hither comes an invitation, by perfumed carriage and prized steed
Reject drink and poetry friends.
This central land has days of thrive, boudoir doors of ease aplenty
Recall, one must, the fifteenth day.
Graced with jade plumage are the pins, swirled with gold are snow-willow crowns
A gathering ribbon makes neat.
Haggard this is in present day, with windblown bun and iced temples
Too afraid to go out at night.
A better direction for now, beneath the hanging curtains drawn
Is to listen to laughs and words.

Original Text
落日熔金，暮云合璧，人在何处。染柳烟浓，吹梅笛怨，春意知几许。元宵佳节，融和天气，次第岂无风雨。来相召、香车宝马，谢他酒朋诗侣。
中州盛日，闺门多暇，记得偏重三五。铺翠冠儿，捻金雪柳，簇带争济楚。如今憔悴，风鬟霜鬓，怕见夜间出去。不如向、帘儿底下，听人笑语。

Translator’s Note
The original doesn’t quite stick fully to syllabic splits, but I chose to do 8-syllable lines.
This poem’s a bit sad; the writer speaks of how she used to hang out with her friends around Lantern Festival times, but now she’s a depressed mess, and chooses to listen to other people having fun, instead. That’s how I interpret it, anyways.