Mid autumn, 1076.
I drank till the sun came up and got very drunk.
I missed my brother Ziyou and wrote these lyrics.
When does the bright moon appear?
I lift my cup and ask the night sky:
Do you know, in heaven’s court,
What year it is?
I would ride the wind and wend my way there,
But I fear the carnelian towers and the jade halls.
I cannot stand the cold in such lofty places.
I rise and dance with my shadow,
What is it like in the human world?
The moon goes round the red chambers,
The gauzy windows,
Shinning on the sleepless.
You should have no regrets.
Why is it always full when we are apart?
People have sorrow and joy, meetings and departures;
The moon is bright and dim, full and waning.
There was nothing perfect since the past,
But I hope that humans can live long
And enjoy the beauty of the moon,
though it is a thousand li away.