| Míng yuè jǐ
shí yǒu? Bǎ jiǔ wèn qīng tiān.
Bù zhī tiānshàng gōngquè, jīnxī
shì hé nián.
Wǒ yù chèng fēng guī qù, yòu
kǒng qiónglóu yùyǔ, gāo chù
bú shèng hán.
Qǐ wǔ nòng qīng yǐng, hé sì
zài rénjiān.
Zhuǎn zhū gě, dī qǐ hù, zhào
wú mián.
Bù yīng yǒu hèn, hé shì cháng
xiàng bié shí yuán?
Rén yǒu bēi huān lí hé, yuè
yǒu yīn qíng yuán quē, cǐ shì
gǔ nán quán.
Dànyuàn rén chángjiǔ, qiān lǐ
gòng Chánjuān.
|
When
will the full moon appear, I ask the sky with wine cup in
my hand,
Wondering what year is this evening up in the lunar palace?
I meant to be back there riding on the wind, but feared I
could not stand the frigidity of the beautiful sanctuary high
above.
Accompanied with my shadow I dance; who wouldn't say I am
not in heaven.
Moonlight
swept the red pavilion, flooded into the decorated windows
beneath and shone upon this sleepless soul.
Without mortal sentiment, why do you reveal your full face
only when people part?
Well, happy reunions and sad departures are as common as the
changes of its phases - a fact beyond human control since
ancient times.
May we were safe and sound year after year and be able to
share the moon though a thousand miles apart. |
