The autumn moon is full in the sky once more
Above the innumerable houses of the capital.
Meeting again with friends from south of the Yangzi
Feels oddly like an encounter in a dream.
Wind in the branches startles the sleeping magpie;
Dew-laden grass covers the cold cricket.
Those living far from home can drink together for ages ‒
We press each other to stay, and dread the dawn bell.