When is there moonlight?
Winecup in hand, I ask the deep blue sky
Not knowing in those celestial palaces on high
What year it is tonight
I long to fly on the wind
Yet dread those crystal towers, those courts of jade
Freezing to death among those icy heights
Instead I rise to dance with my pale shadow
Better off, after all, in the world of men
Rounding the red pavilion
Stooping to look through gauze windows
The moon shines on the sleepless
The moon should know no sadness
Why, then, is she always full when dear ones are parted?
As men's grief and joy, parting and union
So the moon is bright or dim, waxes and wanes
Always some flaw, and so it has been since of old
My one wish for you is long life
And to share in this loveliness far, far away.
Su Shi (苏轼）
photo: bruce behnke 2020