Moon rise in my lake

You knew, in the end of the night,

That appeared in the lake,

Was not the white lotus in the lake.

 

All the songs sung by the world

Were the tides of the rivers.

That was not a small fish

On the fishermen’s hook.

 

You knew it’s not like a coin

In the beggars’ boxes in the street,

It’s not those yellow mangoes fell in the winds.

 

You are the queen Selina of Helios god,

In the madness of high tide and low tide.

 

Solar eclipse blinded your views

Was play of the moon.

Lunar eclipse, blinded your vision

Was play of the earth.