MOON FESTIVAL

The Autumn constellations

Begin to rise. The brilliant

Moonlight shines on the crowds.

The moon toad swims in the river

And does not drown. The moon rabbit

Pounds the bitter herbs of the

Elixir of eternal life.

His drug only makes my heart

More bitter. The silver brilliance

Only makes my hair more white.

I know that the country is

Overrun with war. The moonlight

Means nothing to the soldiers

Camped in the western deserts.

TU FU