1. The full moon of that gathering has waned
Into sickness, and who can I be to redeem it?

2. Its beauties have become delicate, almost
Concealing from us its obvious brilliance.

3. Its body has weakened after the waist, and no more
Glances, lovers, trysts for it remain.

4. As if its fever from the intensity of its flame
Cast upon it the heat of livers aflame.

5. When it blazed I named it rightly, and called it
The celestial torch ever lit, ever guiding.

6. O you who unite me with my shadows’ shades
And part me from finding my way aright!

7. When you described me you told of my patience
Or told of my repose in the dark of night.

8. But for those who slandered you I'd have returned,
Though my own passions turned me from you in flight.

9. So you made my heart return, and hearts can sometimes
Fulfill the duties incumbent on bodies slight.

10. Had it settled, entranced, in that sky for its beauty
The stars would have come to it, and its flights.