Bright the moon, in nighttime sky so white and clean,
                                          Casting on our terrace shadows of the trees.
                                          Westerners don't know how good Mid Autumn is --
                                          Neighbors all around have fallen sound asleep.
                                          Only you, my dear, and I sit side-by-side,
                                          Talking happy family news in lowered tones.
                                          Cricket songs bestow delight on tea and cake.
                                          Feelings deeply stirred, the New Year we await.