Among the countless stars that glow such that
Their light sparkles in the darkness of the night
You have stood in my heart as the Moon
That stands apart in the crowd of twinkles
But if you think that you’ll wane, my dear
Then, in my heart, where you are,
Every day is a Full Moon Day.
Finest fleece of the sheep may harm you
Golden full moon light may be harsh to you
The smooth flow of milk on your skin maybe painful
But, in my heart, where you are,
All my pleasures are yours, And all your pains are mine.