Woman of the Moon
Greetings to thee, O woman of moon
who sees the journey's traveller.
Seafarers sing while stargazers wonder
such the onlooker prays for a boon.
Weeper, the one who creeps at the night
following and tearing the sight,
groaning throughout the wax-waning light
staining in a cowering fright.
Why cry! The sailors oft to tell
and hope that the fears would dispel.
But yonder shipman sailing afar
beyond the darkful twilight stars.
Tethers and fetters which you see
amongst kismet such vile agony,
long we and I to be set free
heed us, our calls lady of divinity.
Rise and arise, look up with your eyes
had you heard the most solemn of cries
up above and so very high
she teared from the holy sky.