• Beneath the golden sun, I found you clinging to the ground.
    Your arms threw off glimmering jewels, which your brethren consumed.
    Yet not a trace of vanity was found in this true beauty.
    And for this, I began to sin.
    I wanted you, Oh how I wanted you!
    You could belong to no other but me!
    I yearned for the day that I could caress your fragile body,
    the day you would become mine.
    I reached out to you at midday, but the wind cut me away.
    For this I scorned the wind. Such a foul being it is!
    It cannot come between you and I.
    It will not come between you and I!
    I pressed through the torment, and pulled you from the cold earth.
    My love! My heart! My soul! You are now my life!
    Yet when the pale moon rises, your body turns to dust.
    My enchanting flower, why must you leave so soon?