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