Moonlight never striking, always calm, soothing, sending its
rays of lunar light towards earth, watching it fulfill its
destiny by being.
Guiding tides of oceans with mathematical precision which
causes it to seemingly be constant in our universe, whether
it is or not cannot be known because there are too many un-
known facets to its being above us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem