Translation of the title of "the drunken pavilion with a thorn"

Because I love Yuan Tan, I opened the attic in the north, and I stayed there three times when I went back to Yuan Tan twice. Sitting in a deep and curved cave, the flame of the lamp exudes fragrance, and I woke up after a beautiful sleep. Through the sparse window lattice, the morning sun shines warmly. White Buddha flowers fluttered like rain in front of the owner's residence, lying in bed listening to the sound of the wind blowing the white screen like water shaking the beach stone. It's just tacky to call it Erzui Pavilion. It's the most appropriate place for a monk like Hui Yuan to live in such a pavilion.