This night when the Moon is alone in the sky,
This night when passion of love is neglected by,
This night when hungry hands stretching tired
I shall leave you!
Like a star flying in the sky without a sign,
The blood is foaming in the eyes of torment.
When missing is sure to end us any moment,
I shall leave you!
Mints sickening for love have faded,
On my bosom a bird flying has died.
Bother you no longer I would,
I shall leave you!
A wild wind would pass playing,
The net, I put, has caught no lion.
How luckless our lots and hearts are!
I shall leave you!
The looks have turned into black coal,
On the bushes beautiful sins turned pale,
Into the sky the woes are going with thunder.
I shall leave you!
The tears of heaven are lines of cranes,
A white quietness would be touched close,
Without me sins would be written on your days,
I shall leave you!
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