The moon climbs quietly on the tips of the trees. Its light is as pretty as my beloved.
Where are You, my beloved? Have You heard my cries?
Who but You will give me love? Who but You will worry for me?
Who but You will be concerned about me? Who but You will treasure my life?
O moon, quickly return to the other end of the heaven. Don’t let my beloved be worried.
Please tell Him I miss Him.
Don’t forget to send along my love, send along my love.
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