Sing to me the hymns of the stars,

Bequeath me the gentleness of the moonlight,

Let the summer wind embrace my wretched body,

Let the chill raindrop cool my fervent soul,

Closing my eyes to touch the infinite sky,

Stretching my arms to feel like an angel,

Oh, companionless moon, why are you acting like a child?

Sometimes you hide, in eager clouds, sometime you pry.

Are you lamenting on this languid earth child?

But please don’t cry, my distant soul mate, don’t cry,

Let us in wildness dance, to the magic rhymes of nature,  

Let us open our eyes, and the baser things shall demise!