Look at the moon. How it reflects my glory!
Look at the exposed sky and hear the whimpering wind.
See how the yard where I once played
is now subdued by the work of my hand.
Feel my mercy towards my pet.
Look at how the collar names him as mine.
What other name could he call himself, but the one I chose?

Look at the moon. How it reflects! My glory?
The collared pet
through unwavering love dictates my hand to let him out.
The yard that I subdued—wild.
I see the sky—
Free. The wind—
A cheerful passerby.

Look at the moon. How it reflects!
Indeed. So am I the moon.