She rises in her silver allure,
full and bright, at times courted by an eclipse,
She shines for the lovers on the park benches,
so many romances bewitched by her presence,
She is the moon, who weeps for broken hearts,
Luna, you capture our wishes and give them hope.

In summer's nightfalls she guides the children
as they catch fireflies, and illuminates
the sleeping mountains,
She glows golden regally on harvest nights,
When she's rising, songs are sung to her,
bidden by her lovers on earth to always be with them.

She's ancient, but stirs the youth,
For ages artists and poets have celebrated
her loveliness,
Her charms sparkle the stars,
Mariners' vessels adorned in her radiance,
Luna, when I gaze upon you,
such glorious memories come to life.