1. O full moon, be gentle with my heart, for it
Has become frail in the delicate breeze,

2. Bearing my greetings to you
Each dawn and dusk without fail.

3. It alone has the honor of conveying my gratitude
For never sending another messenger in its stead.

4. If I hesitate to bare my soul, know that
It requires great length to explain my passion for you.

5. Alas, a life wasted in "if only" and "perhaps,"
Yet words cannot heal a frail heart.

6. So weakened with sorrow that it ruined his health,
That even the shirt's creases feel heavy.