Giving herself airs the moonlight approaches me,
Knowing me alone, the moonlight beguiles me ever!
Slowly on the parapets comes down the moon-light,
Lovely and sweet song sings the queenly moonlight!
On my roof and tin-shade spreads the moon-light,
With my hands and face openly plays the moon-light!
Sleeps not herself nor allows others, the moonlight!
At dawn, nobody knows where flees the moonlight!
This moon-light speaks not to me none knows why,
Fills the heart with strange nectar of love, this moonlight!