Waters ready for the beautiful evening
A million gems silvery shining
The moon she cradles through the night
From him she borrows silvery light
Her gurgling waves expecting eager
The lonely boat in its journey of wonder
How many moons he will fish
How he will fill with silver moons
He knows not how the waters deceive
Each silver moon falls through the sieve
He searches for the moons in his catches
He is sinking, he silently watches
Let the boatman fish no more
Let him put his arms to the oar
Let him turn his face upward
The moon still shines, the skies silvered
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