The fourteenth moon bloomed last night,
All night, the world whispered your name.
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night,
Some said, "It is the moon's embrace,"
Some, "That face, the source of flame."
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night.
We too were there, amongst the throng,
And all, they questioned, stared, and sought.
Some said, "It is the moon, the moon,"
"The moon," they chanted, overwrought,
"The moon."
Some said, "That face, the world's sweet song."
We too were there, and, oh, the cost!
We smiled, stayed silent, understood
Your veil, a blessing, heaven-sent,
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night.
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night,
All night, the world whispered your name.
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night.
Leaving your lane, I'd become a mendicant,
Leaving your lane, I'd seek the wild,
Forests yours, and mountains steep,
Your cities, deserts, reconciled.
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night.
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night,
All night, the world whispered your name.
All night, the world whispered your name.
All night, the world whispered your name.
The fourteenth moon bloomed last night.
Some said, "It is the moon, the moon,"
Some said, "It is the moon, the moon,"
Some said, "It is the moon, the moon,"
Some said, "It is the moon, the moon,"
Some said, "That face, the world's sweet boon."
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