The Moon
pray to the 15th-night moon that I might be happy
In the shade of a large palm tree
Memories in which my beloved's face
Always comes to me so longingly
Set adrift on the gentle wind
The flower of love that grows in moonlight
Wandering on a salt wind, the sound of foamy waves and the shamisen
Flowing deeply into my heart and painting the night sky
The beauty of the constellations