PagineUnder the Moon
by Li Po (Li Bai)
Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng (1909) · From A Lute of Jade
Under the crescent moon's faint glow
The washerman's bat resounds afar,
And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly.
But my heart has gone to the Tartar war,
To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow,
Calling my husband back to me.
This poem and this translation are in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.