Moon (月)

We Asian immigrants long
for the moon, as for a grandmother

We Asian immigrants are bewitched
by the moon, as by the slumber of a first love

For us Asian immigrants,
the moon drips with the scent of wine for the gods

Oh, Asian immigrants
Let’s not bemoan our fate

Let’s sing! Let’s sing!
Let’s do festival like we did in the old country

With the scent of the wine of the shine of the moon
Let’s drink till we tumble and stumble.