memandai mandai je.

I wonder if the sun will forgive me

     for "trading her glow with the moon's"

Does she know the moon - the root of her envy

     is lesser than she, and can never feed me

warmth and life? and I'll wither soon


      But not because I traded the two

I'd rather decay - I'd face abscission

      See how the stars burn themselves for you

and you'd rather frame the same illusion