A Song Of An Autumn Midnight

by Li Bai

　　A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;

　　Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;

　　And the autumn wind is blowing my heart

　　For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass....

　　Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,

　　And my husband come back from the long campaign!

　　Li Po

[Woodcut by Ando Hiroshige, Mount Kyodai and the Moon, Shinona Province, 1853]<.i>

　　Other poems in Li Bai's "seasons" series: Ballads of Four Seasons: Winter and Ballads of Four Seasons: Spring, and Ballads of Four Seasons: Summer.