In the whimsical arbitrariness of the sky, a beauteous star illumined distinctly—
that even when concealed by the vivid and sharp rays of the sun,
a brush of hint of your existence unceasingly radiates before my eyes.

Do you, of little stature in the eyes of many,
know how much I adore you for the way you glister?
Continue to scintillate— for a stouthearted like you must know how much value lies inside of you.

Never grow sullen and let nothing bedim you,
for in any turn of events you shall compose yourself my love.
Know that in times when you shine a little less bright than before—
I was already stricken blind.