I try in vain to count the stars,
while I admire their beauty,
but as I begin to reason,
with each count I groan.
As a fool I keep watching the sky,
hoping to reach them someday,
but as I continue to gaze,
my heart persists to wane.
I wanted so much to have one just for me,
even if it was a very tiny one,
oh, how much it would please me,
I would keep it with all care.
However I stay here resigned,
quietly contemplating the starry sky,
what can after all I do,
since I can’t go up and they won’t come down?