Ah! Rising from behind the peak,
Thou calm Moon!
Thy appearance is precious,
To enlight this dark world as soon!


Thou shining as the bride of the sky,
Thou!
Who adorns the dark night,
And makes the stars fly.


Dieties, Phillosphers, Soldiers, Commoners,
Each heart is filled with thy love.
Some jealous and proud people are,
But are compelled to make thier heads bow.


Staring at thy beauty,
I am loosing my Eye!
A curtain around thee appears,
Lest it makes me to cry!


Thy light is gleaming on a tranquil shore,
Seems like a diamond not a stone.
The scene is sublime and a calm sea,
I Hark! Some birds are warbling thy silence on a tree.


Thy journey to sky concludes
With a fairwell bid.
The morn that makes all delight
But alas! It makes me to mourn.