1. I say to him, and the lonely new moon is shining,
While we are on the west side of rocky ground,

2. And the moonlight in the darkness is growing old,
And leaves on the palace balconies are rustling,

3. Our cups have cooled, and the winds have sighed,
Winds that blow gently at first light,

4. If you have chosen a friend for yourself,
He was neither a gossip or a slanderer.