The moon
O you moon
Hanging in high skies
A silver stroke too soon
Away the time it flies

Blending in with nightly shades
The glory of your former days
Clouds are now gathering
Surrounding you, O moon
Yes, it’s true

Swiftly I turn away
Night is so overwhelming
You moon should know

I dare not look
My head once I shook
On this night I might
But I won’t