There sit down, where we have come to.
And let us imagine that there we had been before we ever came there.
Yes, yes, that will keep our minds still. If we know that we have come from somewhere else, then the mind longs for that somewhere else.
That land of somewhere else is a very dangerous place.
There the ground moves, and also the roads. But as for us——
(They sing.)
We cling to our seats and never stir,
We allow our flowers to fade in peace, and avoid the trouble of bearing fruit.
Let the starlights blazon their eternal folly,
We quench our flames.
Let the forest rustle and the ocean roar,
We sit mute.
Let the call of the flood-tide come from the sea,
We remain still.
Do you hear that laughter?
Yes, yes, it is laughter.
What a relief! We have never heard that sound for an age.