Tell him I no longer dwell
In my mounded citadel;
Say my heart is philomel,
Merry moon.
Say that since I banished pride
All my stringency has died;
Charity is multiplied,
Gracious moon.
If he shrugs and turns his head,
Careful moon,
Tell him all my tears are shed;
There is another in his stead,
Blessed moon.
But if he shows his bitter smile,
Still intense and juvenile,
Say I loved him for a while,
Broken moon.