Air of Water

[Deor Ana Log]

Pondering the perfect month,
I raise my glass to question heaven
I know not of sky tied seats,
or the annum each evening
I might revel in taming the breeze, 
if heaven wasn’t haunting, 
so icy
Leaping in lunar shadow, 
I cast my own
It won’t supersede camaraderie

You step into a pavilion, painted rose
One shade left ajar, far above
An insomniac casts shadow
In the window, pain
Our crescent light still glows
While we live asunder
I abhor unshared peace
elation as grief, 
untenable from humanity
and each month, our moon blinks
flawlessness, it never did exist
And if we are elders
Let share this eye
In this sky amid
a thousand miles

Translation of Prelude To Water Melody by 苏轼