The moon smiles upon my bed.
I consider frost and ice,
and raising my head, the bright sky.
Lying back, I think of home.
Once again, I’ve attempted to shiver myself into a timeless piece. I can only hope that my version does not offend.
The transliteration from Chinese-Poetry.com follows:
Bed before bright moon shine
Think be ground on frost
Raise head view bright moon
Lower head think home
This originally appeared here in March 2014.
O at the Edges 
Just one lifetime could offer many circumstances that would fit this well.
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Those little moments are full of big possibilities.
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A hopeful and deep poem at the same time. Good texture and writing.
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Thank you. Li Po is of course responsible for the depth.
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I can’t recall if I ever mentioned that this was the poem I had to memorize and recite for my first final Mandarin oral exam in college. Your translation is fine enough that I might memorize that too. Who knows what party will compel me to regale friends or strangers with both. 🙂
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Now that would be a superb party!
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another sweet late night piece
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Thank you very much.
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