How long will the full moon appear?
Wine cup in hand, I ask the sky.
I wonder if Heaven palace,
which is what year. Riding the wind,
there I would fly, yet Im afraid the
crystalline palace would be too high and cold for me.
I rise and dance, with my shadow I play.
On high as on earth, would it be as gay.
The moon goes round the mansions red through
gauze-draped window soft to shed her light
upon the sleepless bed. Against man she should
have no spite. Why then when people part,
is the soft full and bright? Men have sorrow and joy;
they part or meet again; the moon is bright
or dim and she may wax or wane. There has been
nothing perfect since the olden days.
So let us wish that man will live long as he can!
Though miles apart, we 'll share the beauty she displays.