Tune: “The Charm of a Maiden Singer”
Lake Tongting, Lake Green Grass,
Near the mid-autumn night,
Unruffled for no winds pass,
Like thirty thousand acres of jade bright
Dotted with the leaf-like boat of mine.
The skies with pure moonbeams o’erflow;
The water surface paved with moonshine:
Brightness above, brightness below.
My heart with the moon becomes one,
Felicity to share with none.
Thinking of the Southwest where I passed a year,
To lonely pure moonlight akin,
I feel my heart and soul snow- and ice-clear.
Although my hair is short and sparse, my gown too thin,
In the immense expanse I keep floating up.
Drinking wine from the River West
And using Dipper as a wine-cup,
I invite Nature to be my guest.
Beating time aboard and crooning alone,
I sink deep into time and place unknown.