English Rendering
On the mid-autumn festival,I drank happily till dawn and wrote this in my cups while thinking of Ziyou.
When did the bright moon first appear?
Wine-cup in hand,I ask the blue sky.
I do not know what time of year It would be tonight in the palace on high.
Riding the wind,there I would fly,
But I'm afraid the crystalline palace would be
Too high and too 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
With gauze windows to shed
Her light upon the sleepless bed.
Against man she should not have any spite.
Why then when people part is she oft full and bright?
Men have sorrow and joy,they part and meet again;
The moon may be bright or dim,she may wax or wane.
There has been nothing perfect since olden days.
So let us wish that man live as long as he can
Though miles apart,we'll share the beauty she displays.
