A land full of light,
a land where light might accumulate,
heaped and burning:
a whole estate of light.

A land with all its skies lying down
just like proper hills
that rise up with the morning
and set at dusk.

If we could only lift the land into the light!
If only we knew how to raise it up straight,
so that it would not fade,
in a burning and celestial field of light!

Translated by Anna Crowe