Headlamp, my friend, show me the way,
cut through the gloom, keep darkness at bay.
Headlamp, my guardian, I’m fond of your bloom,
reliable companion, unlike the moon.

Celestial body, righteous and proud,
as oft’ as I need you, obstructed by cloud.
My headlamp however, both humble and small,
keeps me on course, spring, winter, and fall.

In summer however do you get to rest,
when the sun is out early, shining with zest.\