名人诗歌|The Crescent Moon(11)

DEFAMATION¹

WHY are those tears in your eyes, my child？

How horrid^{2 of them to be always scolding you for nothing？}

You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writingis that why they call you dirty？

O, fie！ Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink？

For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are ready to find fault for nothing.

You tore your clothes while playingis that why they call you untidy？

O, fie！ What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged^{3 clouds？}

Take no heed^{4 of what they say to you, my child.}

Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.

They make a long list of your misdeeds. Everybody knows how you love sweet thingsis that why they call you greedy？

O, fie！ What then would they call us who love you？