Moon! Wild celestial heart,
why do you sail so, inside a cup
brimming with blue wine, westward,
your stern stricken and wrecked?

    Moon! And trying in vain to fly,
in scattered opals you go up in flames:
you are perhaps my gypsy heart
that wanders in the blue -- weeping verses.
 
 
 

Translated by Michael Smith and Valentino Gianuzzi