We were four sisters, four sisters were we,
All four of us loved, but had different "becauses:"
One loved because father and mother told her to,
another loved because her lover was rich,
My groom and friend came from afar.
I kiss your feet!
He drew his circle around me.
I kiss your hands!
the hearts of kings and heroes,
In the feathergrass steppe
Sources lie buried,
The thirsty sun knows
Life isn't raspberries.
When someone says: "Alexandria,"
I see the white walls of a house,
a small garden row of gillyflowers,
an autumn evening's pale sunlight
Ah, I am leaving Alexandria
and will not see it for a long time!
I will see Cyprus, dear to the Goddess,
I will see Tyre, Epheses and Smyrna,
Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji:
Against a yellow sky volcanic gold
A saucer narrows nature very strangely,
In shallow ripples lovely to behold.
May dew and haze
I catch in taut canvases.
Stuffed in a costrel tight,
I'll take them home come light.
The sense of your bidding is unclear:
to pray, to curse, is it, to fight
you bid me, inscrutable genius?
The spring slackens, niggard, meager,