When will the moon be full and bright?
Raising my wineglass, I ask the blue sky
I know not what year it is toninght
In the far-away heaven palace
I wish to return home with fair wind
For fear I cannot bear the freezing cold,
So high in the marble towers and jade houses
I dance with my lonely shadow wild,
As if I were not in the human world
The moon rounds the red cabinet,
Peeps through the silk-pad windows,
And shines upon the sleeples man
The moon should not suffer the hatred,
Why is it always full when people part?
People may have sorrows or joys
And the moon may be dim or bright,
This cannot be perfect since ancient time
I wish that we all would have a long life
Sharing the beautiful moon even miles apart
(a poetry from China)
No comments:
Post a Comment