1. My longing for the moon that
When it appeared to us, it waned

2. How swiftly passed
The days of its first splendor

3. Days when a glance would hide
From its cheeks the blush of bashfulness

4. And it would lean gently in the breeze
Clad in smoothness and languor

5. And the sheen of its waters
Would almost melt into its cheeks

6. Alas, you turned from your fervent lover
And gave your favor to the cold-hearted

7. You sank down to the lowest place
Though once you were in the highest station

8. So it seems your beauty never was
And your ugliness never ceased