Oh moon, oh moonlight over the sorrowful sky,
for it foretells a love that is wrong—it wrecks my love.
Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.
What crime have I committed that I must be struck with despair?
Because people's hearts condemn my appearance—like drops of blood that pierce and kill me.
Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.
Please, gods, have mercy on me; grant me a form to present to the beloved—
even if it’s only a disguise, I will accept it.
Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.
Seeing the moonlight of love reveal the full moon...
I see her suffering with no relief—why?
Because the moon’s light has faded away.
Ha-au ha-au, oh-oh-oh.