The sun is at the gate of the East, his drum of victory sounding in the sky.
The Night says I am blessed, my death is bliss.
He receives his alms of gold, filling his wallet,—and departs.
That is to say——
No. We don't want your that is to say.
Dada
It means——
Whatever it means, we are determined not to know it.
Dada
What makes you so desperate?
It is our festival day.