When will the bright moon rise? Holding up a wine cup, I ask the sky.
What year is it tonight in the palace on high?
Riding the wind, I would fly,
and make my home there,
Yet I fear the crystal mansions are too cold for me to bear.
Playing with my lonely shadow, I rise to dance,
So why not stay on earth?
Around the mansions red, through the silken windows,
The moon sheds the light upon the sleepless.
Surely bearing us no ill-will,
Why is the moon so full when our beloved ones say farewell?
Men part and reunite with sorrows and joys,
The moon is bright and dim while it waxes and wanes.
Nothing in this world is ever perfect.
I only pray we could live a long life,
Though a thousand miles apart,
We may still share the same enchanting moonlight.