Moonlit Night

Tonight in Fu-chou my wife will be watching this moon alone. I think with
tenderness of my far-away little ones, too young to understand about their
father in Ch'ang-an. My wife's soft hair must be wet from the scented night-
mist, and her white arms chilled by the cold moonlight. When shall we lean on
the open casement together and gaze at the moon until the tears on our cheeks
are dry?

		Tu Fu (tr. Hawkes)