When the days are gone
And the night comes knocking,
I see her face in the moon, in it I’m drawn.
She is the lone star shining,
Her glance brings unity among brothers,
Her beauty brings confusion among siblings.
Mara, you should be worshiped by mothers,
For a child like you is born so special,
Aye! You should take a bow from fathers.
Aren’t you celestial?
You truly deserve a world gift!
How can a mortal possess such potential?
Beholding her face in the star, my heart drifts,
How I wish you knew;
I shall be your fan even when the night shifts.