BY LI T'AI-PO
The heavy clouds are broken and blowing,And once more I can see the wide common stretching beyond the four sides of the city.Open the door. Half of the moon-toad is already up,The glimmer of it is like smooth hoar-frost spreading over ten thousand _li_.The river is a flat, shining chain.The moon, rising, is a white eye to the hills;After it has risen, it is the bright heart of the sea.Because I love it—so—round as a fan,I hum songs until the dawn.
The heavy clouds are broken and blowing,And once more I can see the wide common stretching beyond the four sides of the city.Open the door. Half of the moon-toad is already up,The glimmer of it is like smooth hoar-frost spreading over ten thousand _li_.The river is a flat, shining chain.The moon, rising, is a white eye to the hills;After it has risen, it is the bright heart of the sea.Because I love it—so—round as a fan,I hum songs until the dawn.
The heavy clouds are broken and blowing,And once more I can see the wide common stretching beyond the four sides of the city.Open the door. Half of the moon-toad is already up,The glimmer of it is like smooth hoar-frost spreading over ten thousand _li_.The river is a flat, shining chain.The moon, rising, is a white eye to the hills;After it has risen, it is the bright heart of the sea.Because I love it—so—round as a fan,I hum songs until the dawn.
The heavy clouds are broken and blowing,
And once more I can see the wide common stretching beyond the four sides of the city.
Open the door. Half of the moon-toad is already up,
The glimmer of it is like smooth hoar-frost spreading over ten thousand _li_.
The river is a flat, shining chain.
The moon, rising, is a white eye to the hills;
After it has risen, it is the bright heart of the sea.
Because I love it—so—round as a fan,
I hum songs until the dawn.