Ancient Poetry of Mid-autumn

Chanting by Prof. Chen Yun Feng

Prelude to Water Melody
Su Shi (1037-1101)
How long will the full moon appear? Wine cup in hand, I ask the sky. I do not know what time of the year, It would be tonight in the palace on high.

Riding the wind, there I would fly, Yet I’m afraid the crystalline palace would be Too high and cold for me. I rise and dance, with my shadow I play. On high as on earth, would it be as gay?

The moon goes round the mansions red, Through gauze-draped window to shed. Her light upon the sleepless bed. Against man she should have no spite. Why then when people part, is she oft full and bright?

Men have sorrow and joy; they part or meet again; The moon is bright or dim and she may wax or wane. There has been nothing perfect since the olden days.

So let us wish that man, Will live long as he can! Though miles apart, we’ll share the beauty she displays.