I have the moon in my side as I fly
Like the small people, who are to fly.
My message is simply conveyed by sending all
This body sitting on the edge of the world.
My meaning is golden, like damage of a dragon
On the time of the year that is defined as death.
My moons are numbered ten,
And I glare at the honourable natives of the giant rock
All silvery in touch, to youth it kills.
The nine and the one, each have distinction;
I can not deny how helpful my moon is
For flight into the heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.