It’s because of the moonlight
That I put on this night mask
And because of Saturn’s tilting urn
And because of these moons one after another.

Romances without words have
A harmony, a discord together and freshly
Annoyed this dull express heart,
O the sound, the shiver which they make!

It is not that you are through with
Someone who tossed insults at you:
Now, me, I forgive my childhood
A mascara’d ghost not without grace.

I forgive the lie then
For after all the fun
Very commonplace amusing like an hour off
Inoculated me a little painfully