A Moonlit Night
on the Spring River
The river scatters moon and sky,
congeals them, light and wavering.
A bamboo flute brings spring by night,
rolling miles of blue-green glaze.
Bright moon, a thousand rivers,
thousands flowing, east-west, overflowing.
A cloud, a shadow crane — a Taoist,
freed to feathers, leaves the maze.
Both river, moon, forever rhythmed;
sound and colour bind each other.
Clear river's flowers skirt an islet;
high sides' grass, a luscious place.
The clasps of waves sound far, then close;
at river's edge, white rock, a stranger.
Clear breeze beyond the heavens,
come and cross the river, stroke my face.
Far off, the river's glints expand,
becoming stars and cosmic stipples.
Clear river: boat, through wind and smoke.
Moon sinks to river's heart, ripples.