Over the vast sea is rising up the moon bright

It shines on you afar and me this same instant.

As a lover complaining of the long, long night,

I sit up all the time, lovesick and in torment.

I blow out the candle to see the moon’s full light;

I feel the cold wet dew and throw on my garment.

Since to you I cannot make a gift of moonlight,

I go to bed to dream of our meeting moment

Zhang Jiuling