Classic Poem

Opening your window,
look at the Sun, Lorena, in your Mexico
in the morning each day.
You will find the Sun with red rosy ray.
This ray is my love, she borrowed from me.
I saw this Sun in Bangladesh which now you see.

Opening your window,
look at the Moon, Lorena, in your Mexico
at night. You will find the silver-
Moon beautiful with her
white ray. This ray is my love, she borrowed from me.
I saw this Moon in Bangladesh which now you see.