English Rendering
On the mid-autumn night Everywhere the moon is bright,
Over the thatched roof, over the city hall,
Over my mansion which looks like a fairy-land,
O' er the Sword Pool where lotus blooms grow old in the fall,
O' er the Phoenix Beak where wild oranges fragrant stand.
On the eighteenth of the eighth moon,
Incomparable high tide at noon:
Like water spouted three thousand miles high by whales Or the march of ten myriads of armored men.
Red flags and blue canopies furl and unfurl like sails;
Black sand and white waves swallow each other now and then.
"Tis hard for men to get together as of old,
Candidates would regret not to see such a scene.
I hope you will burn more candles as you are told,
For outdoors candidates craning their necks can be seen.
