Moon-bird alike, my life, I can't fathom
Against age ..wings flapped..under anthelia
Red knots flew west, yet... a suffer
Yarning a long journey east, here's a fairy
A blue-eyed dove cooed away angina
Made wrecks stand...florets re-blossom!

Beyond compare, you as a spring day
Beauty recedes, you are the debate
And every fair from you would decay
Bud and breeze stunned, never mate.

Sometime, too hot the sun shines
And often in your fairness dimmed
Every fair from fairest descends
In you beauty's course change rimmed.

Would the eternal spring ever fade?
Or possesses you and carry on
Bless the enrobed, Yacin a shade
Eternal are the lines, the minute he's born.

For life and as man can see
These lines will live, and give life to thee.