Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.

Your fragrance wafts into the spaces between my breathsWhile I keep staring at the sky every nightThe stars and the moon asked me your nameAnd I just blushed and smiled...

The moon embalms me with her love and she kisses me good night. The nightingale sings her song of love when I take rest in the arms of darkness in the night!

The other day she asked me "Will you forget me?"I smiled and looked at the sky and asked her: "Can the sky ever forget his moon?

The moon is jealous of you tonight. Your alluring charm and intoxicating beauty have immured me as a prisoner; I didn't even glance once at the moon tonight!

You are my sacred moon. You are my tree.