On the Night of the First Full Moon
Fireworks burn bright in the sky,
Drumbeats shake the spring air.
Meeting at this hour of sorrow is ecstasy,
Though what has been still haunts our dreams.
Oh, if only we could be happy, now here.
Under this full moon,
Even the moon will soon be overcast
Night after night.
But how can we just watch the lantern show,
And not drink to our heart’s content,
Knowing we may not meet again here next year?
The Fifteenth Night of the First Month
Fiery candles and silvery flowers redden our eyes;
Drums and pipes, teasing the spring wind, are loud to sky.
New pleasure’s held in hands, but woe’s busy inside;
The past events startle their hearts that in dreams fly.
They get their wish to have a temporary date,
And they might as well wish the moon would shine in haze.
They indulge in their arms, ignoring the lanterns’ charms,
Because this day next year is in an unknown maze.