Let me not admit impediment nor leave her in my memories confined
Nor persuade at knifepoint of friendship against what is so hard to find.
Let me not submit my disapproval for love whose value I can not measure
My eyes, I fear, may be blind to see what for another is a jewel to treasure.

‘Tis a lighthouse that sees the storms, wet with tears but firm on ground
‘Tis a north star that guides the ships, until the sought land be found.
Though clouds cover the Waxing Gibbous, cloudless remain her thoughts
The same star guides her tonight, as she walks in beauty to tie the knots

And far away from the land of beauty where she laughs amidst her friends
I light the skies with firecrackers and sip the wine till my heart mends