A Moonlit Spring Night on the River
Spring sees river tide rise just as that in the sea,
Where the bright moon is rising along with the tide.
With rolling waves it glitters simply far and wide.
Where on the river would the full moon's light not be?
The river winds its way around where flowers grow
That all resemble snow drops tiny in the moonlight.
You see no frost in the air on such a Spring night,
Nor can you tell apart the beach sand and the snow.
The water and the sky merge into a pure whole.
Up in the sky hangs the bright moon high all alone.
Who on the riverside saw first the rising moon?
When did the moon above shine first upon the soul?
After generations people would still come and go
While the river scene stays the same year after year.
I do not know whom the moon is waiting for here,
But see only the Yangtze River flow and flow.
A piece of cloud white is tearing itself away.
The riverside maples seem drowned in deep sorrow.
Rowing the boat tonight, who is the young fellow?
Where but the Moon Tower could he sadness allay?
Lovely is the moon bright hanging o'er the Tower.
Its light had better be shed on her dressing set.
She rolls up the curtain and see moon rays in get.
On the stone the moon shines her each washing hour.
Her eyes gaze at the moon but he does not appear.
She would follow the moon and on her lover shine.
Moonlight won't become swans to help drop him a line.
Nor fish in water to send the message from here.
Last night flowers fell over the pool in his dream.
Spring is now half gone yet to home he cannot go.
The water along with spring seems to away flow.
Again in the west o'er the pool sheds the moon beam.
The slanting moon under the sea mist is to hide.
Long, long is the way leading one back from yonder.
Who is now back by moonlight I somehow wonder?
The moon sinks shedding light over trees riverwide.