:37:02
My mother.
:37:05
My wife.
:37:09
My child.
:37:27
The world seems to be sinking
into dust, but l recount...
:37:31
as in the beginning...
:37:33
in my sing-song voice,
which sustains me...
:37:37
saved by the tale
from present troubles...
:37:41
and protected for the future.
:37:58
Finished with the sweeping
over the centuries as in the past.
:38:04
Now l can think only day by day.
:38:09
My heroes are no longer
the warriors and kings...
:38:15
but the things of peace,
one equal to the other.
:38:22
The drying onions equal
to the tree trunk crossing the marsh.
:38:29
But no one has so far succeeded
in singing an epic of peace.
:38:37
What is wrong with peace
that its inspiration doesn't endure...
:38:43
and that its story is hardly told?
:38:53
Must l give up now?
:38:57
lf l do give up,
then mankind will lose its storyteller.