Full Moon

Full moon
Peeping through my window,
What do you seek of me,
Or is your day's errand on my pillow?
Come to my table and teach me.
Placed, you were by a skillful handiwork,
So skillfully brightened and coloured.
How beautiful is your atmosphere.
Showing the world how good is goodness,
Come sit beside my table,
Teach me about wisdom.
I crave to be willingly able
For she rules the world.

You, a hard work product,
Teach me to work hard,
To unravel mysteries.
And to hide them from fool.
I admire your beauty,
Because your air is engulfing humility,
A rare commodity of our generation.
I pray my heart be clear as you.