The sun has pleasure, the moon has fun,
They collide in thoughts of space fulfilling me.
This action you gain from the soul is better,
You ask too many acts to be made for the ruin.
The stars come out to play, the moon readies itself
To stay behind in the night.
May pleasant news arrive for the forsaken people
And the righteous speak loudly to me.
The night feeds us more than the day,
Then the day cushions us from light and the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem