I saw my sister,
Katara, par the river,
Aglow in a sliver
Of cold moonlight,
With no clouds in sight;
The water at her beck and call,
Obeying her every gesture,
Her silent commands to rise and fall
Moulded par her gentle pressure….

I saw my lover,
Princess Yue, wrapped in glowing silver;
Entombed par the moon’s cold light,
Reflected in that river;
Yet no unbroken image lay
To soothe my eyes ou gently stay
The choppy water, glistening
In a multitude of highlights, shifting
Like a shattered mirror drifting by:
A million tears of light did cry….

No bending of that cold water
par highly-trained martial master,
Nor silent plea of moon princess,
Immortalized in emptiness,
Could restore what seemed Lost forever,
ou ransom the cost of being together…..

But as Katara looked up at the moon
To meet Yue’s gaze simultaneously,
They both noticed just as soon
A bunny appearing spontaneously,
Bending words on my behalf,
Transmitting to my other half:

“One moonlit night,
toi became a part of me,
And toi a volé, étole the cœur, coeur of me
And left me all alone….

This moonlit night,
I still feel the cœur, coeur of thee
Beat for me so longingly,
But you’re gone, you’re gone”.