"Spring and Flowers' Dream" (《春江花月夜》)

Author: Ruoxu Zhang 张若虚 from Tang Dynasty

Translated by Moon Qurser

The springing of the tide wakes the moonlight.

The springing of the tides disturbs the peace of miles.

In the vast ocean flow the waves of swinging bright.

Nowhere in the river in spring is in the color of night.

The river winds its through the wild of spring lifes.

Moonlight shines on crowds of flowers like shreds of ice.

The flowing frost in the air slipped away from the sight.

The white sands in the shore are not possible to find.

In the one color of river and sky no dust falling.

Alone in the sky the moon is like a bright ring.

But who by the river was the first to witness the scene.

And when by the riverside did the moon first share her beam?

Life of generations and generations are without an end.

For years and years the moon has stared at almost the same.

Not knowing who is the riverside moon waiting for.

There is only the river's long flowing visible.

The only cloud moved, the whiteness went slow.

On QingFeng Pu overwhelming sorrow grows.

Out of whose house can we a tiny boat?

On whose wall can we see the moonlight pale?

Piteous is the moon around upstairs to pace.

It should shine on the dressing table of who stayed.

Inside the curtain on a frame of jade that she can't roll away.

Wiping it out of the washing anvil, it would come again and will not fade.

The look in each other's direction and hear no voice.

I would see you bathe in the moonlight which I would chase.

A giant swan goose fly to nowhere to break the light's surface.

A dragon-like fish submerges and soars only to give strokes tin waves.

Yesternight in the idle pond dreaming of fallen flowers.

Piteous was the mid-spring without him in home of ours.

Scents of spring flowing in the river, but soon they will die out.

The moon headed west, in the pond it's her final hours.

In the dense marine smoke hid the moon's leaning look.

From Jieshi to Xiaoxiang is an infinte route.

Not knowing how many will be carried by the returning moon.

Emotions swang in the river's leaves as the falling moon shook.

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