When I was a boy I called the moon a white plate of jade, sometimes it looked like a great mirror hanging in the sky, first came the two legs of the fairy and the cassia tree, but for whom the rabbit kept on pounding medical herbs, I just could not guess. Now the moon is being swallowed by the toad and the light flickers out leaving darkness all around; I hear that when nine of the burning suns out of the ten were ordered to be shot down by the Emperor Yao, all has since been quiet and peaceful both for heaven and man, but this eating up of the moon is for me a truly ugly scene filling me with forebodings wondering what will come out of it.