Translation:Sacred Defoliation

Moon! Crown of an immense head that goes on defoliating in golden shades! Red crown of a Jesus who thinks tragically sweet of emeralds.

Moon! Wild celestial heart, why do you float thus, within a cup full of blue wine, westward, as a broken and wounded stern?

Moon! And by flying in vain, you immolate in dispersed opals. You are perhaps my gypsy heart that wanders crying verses in the blue.