And the name is mine.
From the Chinese of Chang Chiu Ling (675-740).
A POET LOOKS AT THE MOON
I hear a woman singing in my garden,
But I look at the moon in spite of her.
I have no thought of trying to find the singer
Singing in my garden;
I am looking at the moon.
And I think the moon is honouring me
With a long silver look.