Shui tiao ko tou The moon — how old is it? I hold the cup and
ask the clear blue sky But I don’t know, in palaces up there
When is tonight? If only I could ride the wind and see — But no,
jade towers So high up, might be too cold For dancing with my
shadow — How could there, be like here? Turning in the red
chamber Beneath the carved window The brightness baffles sleep
But why complain? The moon is always full at parting A man knows
grief and joy, separation and reunion The moon, clouds and fair
skies, waxing and waning — And old story, this struggle for
perfection! Here’s to long life This loveliness we share even a
thousand miles apart! From wiki: “Su Shi (traditional Chinese:
蘇軾; simplified Chinese: 苏轼; pinyin: Sū Shì), also known as Dong
Po (January 8, 1037 – August 24, 1101) was an amazingly talented
individual who lived in China, during the Song Dynasty (960 –
1279). He was an esteemed writer, revered poet, innovative
painter, and a respected calligrapher, as well as being a
pharmacologist, gastronome,