Star and Beauty of the Beloved

 Oh, little moon and you bright star
 shine on the yard where my beloved lives
 I know, I know why my beloved is beautiful,
 Before her and behind her bright star fell.
 Oh, bright star fell and was broken.
 My beloved took the starry peaces
 and put them into her hair.

 Ukrainian folk song

 Photographer and Translator Sheikh Igor ibn Abi Sufyan-Marinovsky