Moon کے بول

How can I presume to sing about the Moon Oh how can I presume to sing about the Moon Shall I say it is enchanted Shall I say it is romantic nonsense Now that I assumed the adolescent swoon Oh how can I presume to sing about the Moon Shall I say I love her dearly Shall I say I need her ever near me This elation evades description So how can I convey my conviction Oh satellite Your majesty makes my heart rise Oh concubine Your radiance swells up my eyes All the multitude that's faced you Who can say they never once embraced the Moon?