Calcutta nr. 218
Be happy for the moon of your feasting will arrive
The means of mirth will all be good
By 2 mouths the crooked trunk has become injured
You may say that in this trouble, it will be thrown down.
Be of Good Cheer—the sullen Month will die,
And a young Moon requite us by and by:
Look how the Old one meagre, bent, and wan
With Age and Fast, is fainting from the Sky!