O Star,

Small spark so airy,

What’s the spirit you hide?

"It is a Fairy."

If you're a Fairy,

Your tremulous sheen

To whom do you give?

"To the flower terrene."

O Moon,

With lilies laden,

What's the spirit you hide?

"It is a Maiden."

If you’re a Maiden,

Your radiant pride

To whom do you give?

"To the blushing young bride."