A certain someone's translation. When will the moon be full and bright? With a cup of wine in hand, I ask the blue sky. In the heavens on this night, I wonder what season it will be? I wish to ride the wind and fly home. Yet I fear the crystal and jade pavilions are much too high and cold for me. Dancing with my moonlit shadow, It does not feel like the mortal world. The moon rounds the red pavilion, Stoops to the silk-lined doors, Shines upon the sleepless, Bears no grudge, Why is moon full and bright when people are apart? People have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, The moon may be faint or bright, wax or wane, This quandary has existed since the beginning of time. May we all be blessed with longevity, Although thousand miles apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon.