With a farewell stroke of its crown,
The Luminary glides from above,
Filling the forest with the transparent chime
Of crystallized silence...
Having traversed all the winding paths,
The wind settles, not even a breath,
And in the mirror of the lake's mercury,
The landscape suddenly overturns.
Adorning the meadow with dewy coolness,
The sunset humbly rests.
The Moon's roller rinks the stars
Into the smoky asphalt of the Universe...