Looking at the Moon After Rain

^{translated by Florence Ayscough and Amy Lowell}

The heavy clouds are broken and blowing,

And once more I can see the wide common stretching beyond the four sides of the city.

Open the door. Half of the moon-toad is already up,

The glimmer of it is like smooth hoar-frost spreading over ten thousand li.

The river is a flat, shining chain. 

The moon, rising, is a white eye to the hills;

After it has risen, it is the bright heart of the sea.

Because I love it—so—round as a fan,

I hum songs until the dawn.