Autumn after autumn,
The moonlight comes and goes;
Human beings will gaze upon it for eternity.

The sermons of Buddha,
The preaching of Eno,
Surely occurred under the same kind of moon.

I contemplate the moon through the night
As the stream settles, and white dew descends.
Which wayfarer will bask in the moonlight longest?
Whose home will drink up the most moonbeams?