Above the tower - a lonely full moon,
On the cold pond she passes over sleepy homes,
As she scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, her halcyon rays envelop all.
Empty peaks, cricket songs:
Among sparse stars, she floats across the sky.
Cedars and cherry blossoms
Perfume my old garden…
All reflect her golden glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admit o being confused. Are you Paul or are you Hathea. In any case, this is a good effort and I shall presume that you are new to the site and to poetry although your writing indicates some propensity. I encourage you to keep on writing. Read mine - A Writers Dilemma - or - I Cannot Return - Adeline