The black spot on her
Is undermined
In the full moon night.
Her light dispels others'
Bleakness; never expects
Any rewards.
Lo! On the new moon day,
They mock at her,
Ridiculously scalding her nudity.
She, they say, has no chastity,
No moral for society.
It's a great regret:
The sieve looks at the hole
Of the needle.
But the moon never minds,
She cools down the heat on earth
Forgives them and forgets the pasts
To welcome the chance
Extend her charity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Dr. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thanks