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The dusk fell on the mountain
O children
The night is now nearly upon you
Make the fire
Go now, quit your merry play
Return to the ancient heart
Make the fire
I placed enough firewood near the bath
Some dry, some damp
Some thick, some thin
Adroitly make the fire, build it well
And should it start a little smoky
Be patient, tend to it some more
Upon turning into a good fire,
The orange flames become your present hearts
Flaming intensely
Stare into the fire then
Some more
The night has crept up to engulf you
This is the time for the night to engulf you
A fantastic world has arrived
The fire spawns an eternal story
This
Is not a story your mother read to you in bed
These are not your father's boasts
You cannot see it on television
This fantastic story is yours
You may apprehend it directly with your eyes, ears, heart
Make the fire
Adroitly, carefully
So it may burn intensely
Yet not burn out
And so calmly make your fire
We
Were, we are a living thing by making the fire
If we can make the fire we are human
Make the fire
Make that primitive fire of ours
When you grow up and venture into the false cities
Should you ever not be able to tell the important things from the trifling
Should you lose your identity
Still you will remember
The days of peering into the mysterious orange flames
At night, engulfed by the dark
The dusk fell on the mountain
My Children
The night is now nearly upon you
You have played enough for tonight
Cease your merriment, get on with the fire
I prepared enough firewood in the barn
Make the fire
Some dry, some damp
Some thick, some thin
Make it good, build it well
Make the fire
And when it is well-stoked
Listen to your fantastic story of your past, present and future
Lodged in that golden shrine
Inside those orange flames
(translated on 31 March 2000)
'Biroba bosino sitade/Poetry of Sansei Yamao' 1993 Published in Yasosha
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Copyright 1993 by Sansei Yamao
English translation Copyright 2000 by Marek Lugowski and Kazue Daikoku
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