They asked me “why you are so bright,
Glistening romantically amidst the gloom? ”
For I was indeed bright
And I was the moon.
I retorted ”why do you so curiously wonder?
Haven’t you seen the sun in the afternoon?
For she is my light, and without her
I’d be blackened by the immortal doom”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem