WHILE THEY CARRY SAKE (B.G.)

In the garden of stones again blossom out the roses.
The wind of love smells like bitter almonds.
When the ancient gods look at us, the tears come to their eyes.
I can't in no way understand, how me untie your kimono – and it's a pity.

Here's a samurai, and here's the geisha. And here's their shogun – 
He hacks them to a hundred parts.
White of Minamoto and red of Taira –
No more than paints for our brushes.

While they carry sake…
We'll be to drink what is –
Crawl, snail, by slope of Fuji
Up to the very heights –
And for us still by seven hundred,
But so that in each hand –
While they carry sake.

Gagaku plays the third day and night.
My direction forbidden.
Mow down to me grass for kaishaku –
We have already won (just it's not yet so visibly).

And one may live with hallucinogenic squid.
One may be in a special relation with the sheep –
But as soon as I fall asleep in the eastern rooms,
I dream of Basho with placard "I want to be as Tsoy!"

While they carry sake…



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