中秋作
Song of the Sunny Pass
暮雲收盡溢清寒，
Evening clouds withdrawn, pure cold air floods the sky;
銀漢無聲轉玉盤。
The River of Stars mute, a jade plate turns on high.
此生此夜不長好，
How oft can we enjoy a fine mid-autumn night?
明月明年何處看？
Where shall we view next year a silver moon so bright?