The star of the night

Brightening the night with all of your glory,

lighten the flowers of saptaparņi!

Uncle to toddlers who gaze at your disc,

Engraved with scars of the great cosmic lynch.

Metaphor of beauty, with grace unmatched,

You always shine high, named Sōma alike.

Our sandy shores you bathe with a caress

and inspire so many to sing and express.

The primal keeper of the Earth's cycles,

Adorned with the face of the hare of bliss.

Will words ever suffice, to praise this prize?

For seeing the moon, is a thing of its own.