Before my eyes the bright moon slowly ascended the clear night sky. Tonight even the bright moon
Seems a cruel mockery!
How happy I would be
If it dimmed and clouded over.
When the Buddha died long ago the light of both the sun and moon was dimmed, and birds and beasts, though mindless, mourned for him. Now surely the moon shining so intensely in the sky seemed cruel indeed, as if it refused to comprehend the depth of my sorrow. [5.25] |
