PagineMoon Night
by Tu Fu (Du Fu)
Translated by Florence Ayscough & Amy Lowell (1921) · From Fir-Flower Tablets
To-night—the moon at Fu Chou.
In the centre of the Women's Apartments
There is only one to look at it.
I am far away, but I love my little son, my daughter.
They cannot understand and think of Ch'ang An.
The sweet-smelling mist makes the cloud head-dress damp,
The jade arm must be chilly
In this clear, glorious shining.
When shall I lean on the lonely screen?
When shall we both be shone upon, and the scars of tears be dry?
This poem and this translation are in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.