A lamp is the aid for the darkened night,

From evil, as much as you can, take flight.

When thirty days of its journey are complete,

The darkened world gains its light so sweet.

It appears then slender and yellow in hue,

Like the back of one who love’s sorrow knew.

When the observer sees it from afar,

In an instant, it vanishes like a star.

On the next night, it shows itself more bright,

Granting you greater and clearer light.

In two weeks' time, it becomes full and round,

Then returns to the form where it first was found.

Each night, it grows thinner than the last,

Drawing closer to the shining sun so vast.

Thus, God ordained its nature to be,

To remain unchanged through eternity.