1. The moon set, it called to its crescent and shouted to it
Three times, and on the fourth it embraced it

2. The moon set, oh how it whispered to it and confided in it
And their eyes, how much they met with its light

3. And last night it passed by the wolf with its howling
Its suspicions stood still during the nights interacting

4. It passed by it once, and passed it another time
And once it smiled at it, and once cried for it

5. These are the equals that insomnia drove away from sleep
The phantom of the beloved that was on its mind answered back

6. If its eyes saw the beauty it wished for
And if the voice of the crescent is the voice of passion, it softened

7. The wounding one wounds and flows and forgets it
And the wounds of the wounded nights converge

8. And the hidden one, the stab of its time wrinkled it
And the separation from it, its eyes express