When my brother rises, I retire to my ethereal chambers
When he has done his day’s labor, I rise to begin mine
While I truly am a pretty sight, many deem my appearance somber
I look grim against my brilliant brother, as his garment warmly shines
But look closely, dearest men of earth! Look at the starry dome!
Do not loathe the long nights I bring, see me in my ministers bright!
The Moon with her mystical white rays, brings calming rest to every home
And the stars in their choirs, they twinkle and sparkle, though surpassed by Sun in might!
What is this I hear… Is it weeping? Why! Whenever I come?
Why does my brother bring laughter, but I bring tears?
My Creator made me this way, He deigned my raiment to be dark, but not worrisome!
I just balance the personality of my radiant sibling, I mean no fear!
Before you retire to your own beds, lovely mankind
Take a moment to look up at me, your lonely friend who’s misunderstood
May you see the awesome hope in me, and your myths of me, you leave behind
And you welcome me as the dusk falls, counting me in the celestial neighborhood!