If the moon came from heaven,
Talking all the way,
What could she have to tell us,
And what could she say?
‘I've seen a hundred pretty things,
And seen a hundred gay;
But only think: I peep by night
And do not peep by day!’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm, the moon does only look upon us at night so she sees us at our leisure, at our romantic best or our scheming murderous worst