The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line, br And with transparent gold: the waters shine; br On board of their pointed boat, this evening br The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine. br br When looking at the clouds passing swiftly br Through the reflection of the moonlight post; br Some of the friends will find those clouds closely br Resembling the holy women’s ghosts. br br Another group imagine those clouds br As heaven bound souls of pious men; br The third of friends insist without doubts, br The clouds resemble caravan of swans.