The moon which was in the night
in August 15 of the lunar calendar
was full on the mountain and the river.
Each of us was floating a boat
and holding an elegant banquet.
All the brilliant stars were mixed.
The spherical moon was only one
that was fascinating and beautiful shape.
A lay of moonlight was shining,
and I saw it on the river.
Our slightly drunk guests were happy,
and they came to the front of a barrel.
We made the poetry of the sailor’s songs,
and we enjoyed exchanging them one another.
I heard the sound of the wind
and the sound which Mecopoda nipponensis was charping,
and these sounds urged the sounds of the strings of koto.
Masaya Samura (pen name: Gensai Shirakawa) in Osaka, Japan
at August 18, 2017 (for August 17)