On the chariot of moon beam silver
the goddess of love appeared before me
dumbstruck i stood staring at the infinite sky
it was not her face, neither her color
but her glowing soul, her blooming heart
that captured me into affection.

Oh my violent brother, be at peace
Know the truth, let this hatred cease.
Even if you cut me out
this rock shall not shed blood but water.

You can be the sun, she revolves upon
I plead to be a moon, revolving around her.
You can be the light reflecting from her
I can remain back as mere shadow.

Mesmerized by her grace
I admire her without blinking my eye
the glint from the blade now shows the edge
my heart is bandaged and cut cut simultaneously
Oh my violent brother do you not see.

To untangle her tangled hair
I have now become a comb
Or I shall be reborn as a slipper
to her lotus petal feet
Even though dooms day
arrives the intentions of
true love shall never fade away.

and
On the chariot of moon beam silver
Goddess of love stands before me.