FEAST OF LAMPS
Lit clay lamps must be merry this day,
For the Goddess won out the evil.
God and Goddess cast their eyes down,
And see the earth, another starry sky.
On the river banks and by the waysides,
Thousand lambs nodding as wind waves.
For these moments the moon is jealous,
Around him the stars are still,
But lucky few float down the streams.
Hanging stars might wish a fall.
The feast of lamps will end after hours,
A street boy may set out in the next morn,
And pick up a firework that was failed,
And say: “more must be left, for much was heard.”
