Thou art the crescent moon
Dim and gloomy and sorrowful!
As if me, in thy solitary struggle
To cross the eternal sea.
In thy perpetual voyage,
As doth me struggling
To cross this ruthless life.
Shadowed by the clouds of darkness,
Which maketh me, to
Fear, tremble, cry and weep.

Thou art the presiding glory
Of the skies.
Yet- do not grieve
And loose not thy heart.
Thou will get thy own day
To shine with myriad splendors
As doth me will shine
On the day of judgment.