Moon, beloved of my soul

Moon, beloved of my soul,

Why are you so pale today?

Is one of your children,

Oh moon, perhaps under the weather?

Did your spouse, the sun,

Perhaps come home to you unwell?

And you have stepped out of your abode

And are weeping out your sorrow here?

Ah, good moon, the same fate

Has befallen me, too.

Indoors my mother lies ill,

I am the only child she has left!

Sleep has only just closed

Her eyes for a little while;

I crept away from where she was resting,

To gather strength for my heart.

May the sight of you, moon, be a comfort to me;

I do not suffer alone:

You are the co-regent of the world,

And you too cannot always be happy!