Come to the land of mulberry
To the remoteness of dwellings

I'll teach you quiet
And the branches' concern

I'll kiss where you're waning
Where nature wanes

Cross the plain
Come to the land of mulberry
Into the grasses

I'll make you listen to the storm
To the scream of the storm-god

A long while later
I'll wait for you again
Beyond a stream

Cross the field
Come closer come
To the mulberry scent

I'll show you the ants

Translated by Ruth Christie