ذلك الرجل الغريب

O gothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight Bereavest me of sleep, makest me wander under thy light Thou letst abloom my heart until the very last of thy ray Shine, bereaver of sleep, ere black clouds hide thee away I know this can't be eternal No love hath ever conquered the borders of time No beauty is everlasting, not even thine! But o how I wished your heart would fore'er be mine Thy eyes cares myself to endure these painful lies The moon's persistance makest me ask Why can't we be stars Stars that shine forever Stars that unite with the night At the horizon the dark stormclouds of sorrow have gathered their might Neither the moon nor the stars reveal their light this night And rain keeps falling, pouring down into my soul While wild weeping clouds enwrap me with their woe