When I see the big bright moon
How insignificant stars seem;
For compared to that big bright moon
They're nothing but strands of dreams
But they still shine on with pride
And support the moon instead
For the big bright moon knows that
without the stars;
the sky would be dull and dead
So those little, twinkling star
Do not care if they seem small
For they know too, that without themselves
The moon would not be there at all.
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Made that poem up. It means Sarabi is telling Taka that a pride make a king. But he doesn't listen.
*note-I didn't draw Taka in because I thought it would be nice to be just Sarabi