Philip Sidney
What a sad step, ah, moon, you climbed into the sky!
How quiet, your pale face!
What, a busy shooter in heaven?
Still want to play with his sharp arrow! Really, if the eyes that have been familiar with love for a long time can recognize love, I can see it from your haggard face.
As you can see, you are worried about love,
For me, who is in the same boat, you have told me your situation, and my colleagues are in the end of the world. Ah, moon, tell me the truth.
Is faithful love regarded as irrational?
Are the beautiful women there as proud as those here?
Do they also like to be loved in the sky, but,
And they despise those spoony people?
Do they regard ingratitude as a virtue? Ah, the moon, with what sad steps.
-Philip Sydney, moon, how sad your steps to climb the sky are!
What a silent face!
What, maybe in heaven?
The busy archer tried to shoot his sharp arrow! Of course, if those eyes that are familiar with love
I can judge love, you think this is a lover's case,
I read it in your eyes; Your gaunt elegance,
For me, it feels like your status description. So, even friendship, oh moon, tell me,
Besides the lack of wisdom, is there eternal love?
Are the beautiful women there as proud as those here?
They don't love being loved, however.
Those lovers laugh at what love has?
Do they call virtue ungrateful?