How to translate Tang Yin's Drunken Poetry?

I was drunk under a peach tree (that is, a peach tree that only blooms but bears no fruit), and my rough-handed, dark-skinned wife came over. She didn't tell me about the troubles of daily necessities, but laid a reed mat under the tree first. She drank three cups of poor-quality rejuvenation wine with me first, and then earnestly comforted me to take care of myself. Alas, when can I go back to my hometown and have a good time with her?