Why is the moon so magical tonight?
Is she image of my mind made of light?
Why am I so pretty? who is my lover?
Who has adorned me with so magical flavor?

Wind asks me winking eyes,
What makes you flying in skies?
Who has pointed love-arrow?
Is that boy broadminded, not narrow?

No, no, I won't say anything,
A freakish boy wants to be my king.
Moon is laughing so loudly!
I am being nerviously jolly.

Many moons came and went,
Tonight she is a special crescent.
All my world seems light,
Fly fly like a golden kite.

Hold my hand, o wind!
Touch this divine golden mind.
O love! let's dance and shower,
Quit past and be again newer.