Song Eight

Oh, if you were my little brother, Sucking the breast that I sucked I would meet you at the gate And I would kiss you without shame. I would bring you to my house, Where does my dear mother live? And, forgetting about everything, I was with you, just knowing you. And I'm with you sunsets of the day And I met the early dawns, And you would teach me Something I didn’t know yet. And I would like you before bed, Both at dawn and at midnight She gave me sweet wine, The wine of my juicy pomegranates.

His hand is under his head, The other one hugs me, His embrace is like a river He listens to my wishes.

I conjure you strictly, Oh, you beloved daughters, Now don't bother us Don't open our doors. My love is in the arms of sleep, In the arms of the dark sweet night, Don't worry, she's sleeping Today as much as he wants.

Tell me who's coming out there Holding on to my husband, from the desert Coming like a whirlwind towards us, An arrow is like a well-aimed, strong one.

I found you under the apple tree, I woke you up in a blooming garden, Where the mother gave birth to her son, Where I took you by the hand. You, my dear, put me down On the heart with a fiery seal, Show me your glorious garden And prepare me for conception. Like a ring on your hand Dress me up and I’ll be there for you

I'll sing to you about love, Admiring your peaceful garden. For, like death, love is strong, And the jealousy of evil is like pure hell. Her hand will not defeat Fighting her is unsuccessful. Blazing with furious fire Her merciless arrows. It stinks in the night, it stinks during the day, Both the young and the mature will fall. Love can't be put out And cool the great waters, She alone will live Without knowing slavery and freedom. Streams of love will not flood, Big rivers won't drown out They miss her and sing about her, One love, one forever.

And if someone suggested For that love your estate, He wouldn't deserve it He would have been answered with contempt.

We have a younger sister She hasn't matured yet It's not time for her to get married yet She's sweet, but she's not mature And she doesn’t have nipples yet. What will my sister and I do? When suddenly one of the good guys Will he sometimes send matchmakers for her? If only there were a wall, Then we are from the silver chamber They put it on her, she She would be famous and rich. And if it were a door, Then we would have surrounded it Cedar board, our daughter I would be in beauty and strength. She would be a beauty Worthy of an expensive wine.

I am an impenetrable wall My nipples are like towers in the walls. And therefore in his eyes I look mature and beautiful My home is in the gardens, my home is in the forests. I will be immensely happy.

The king had a vineyard In Baal-Gamon on the plain, Its eastern dawn It fed with clean, blue dew. The king gave it to the guards For rent for a large fee, And with every harvest I expected From them it is silver and gold.

And my vineyard is with me, I keep it safe, He is with me every day, It is impossible to plunder it.

Let there be a thousand for you And two hundred will be the guards, In your love, in your destiny You, O king, will remain almighty.

Oh, you who pierce the darkness, Living in beautiful gardens, They listen to your voice My comrades all the time. Your voice is sweet like honey It's like the song of the wind, Sometimes he calls me into the distance, Let me hear it too.

Run, run, my love, Like a swift-footed chamois, Run to my garden and be with me There are many gifts in it for you. Run like a young deer In forests filled with balsam. A cool, sweet shadow awaits us, Where the mountains breathe incense...

June-July 2014, from the base of Avachinsky Volcano and Yelizovo, Kamchatka to Bad Medicine Lake, Minnesota