Moon, that against the lintel of the west
Your forehead lean until the gate be swung
Longing to leave the world and be at rest,
being worn with faring and no longer young,
Do you recall at all the Carian hill
where worn with loving, loving late you lay,
Halting the sun because you lingered still,
while wondering candles lit the Carian day?
Ah, if indeed this memory to your mind recall
some sweet employment, pity me,
that with the dawn must leave my love behind,
that even now the dawn's dim herald see!
I charge you, goddess, in the name of one
you loved as well, endure,
hold off the sun.