Classic Poem

I love the autumn moon,
best of all four seasons!
With mid-autumn, it is specially crystalline.
Its pure brilliance and fragrant haze
inspire the beautiful one.
Crickets chant louder,
magpies are startled.
The silver plate—its color ripples
lotus-blossom white.
The golden grain—its fragrance floats,
purity of the cassia.
Cold light glitters;
truly it is the seven treasures, diaphanous
transmitting illumination beyond and within.