O waning moon, where do you go?
Why are you not on constant show?

Milestones are milestones, mere distance recorders
How you travelled and journeyed unknown,

Each grain of Sand does a message carry
Stagnation’s ruin, do not tarry,

Never has the world so lost its way
As it has, alas, so sadly today,

O how immortal is the soul,
And how fatal is desire,

If this valley in which I wander,
And the hills surrounding it,

If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?

Certainly, do what you think you must
To keep your country ‘first’

When I look back at the years gone by
I do so with a gentle smile

The ferocity of the good ol’ sun
The serenity of the moon,